This was in the first draft of the update. I rather liked it, but ultimately tossed it because, well, surely Yui isn't
that dense. There's dense, and then there's harem anime protagonist dense, and I'm trying to write a verse with a certain baseline level of competence here. Still, it amused me.
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Fleet Admiral Chew emits a long, drawn out sigh, and looks flatly at you and Kanda. "I can't stand this nonsense. Can you two please don't sohai can or not? You're both adults. Go and bang. Knock boots. Do the Horizontal mambo. Make the beast with both backs. See each other naked. Go and fuck each other and get rid of your unresolved sexual tension,
can or not?"
Kanda is turning red - not the angry red, you've seen that before, but embarrassed red? That's strange. You're both spacers, you've both heard salty language before.
You look at your commander and mentor, and let your face show your puzzlement, as you ask him, "Sir,
what unresolved sexual tension?"
"You really dunno isit." Your mentor's voice has a hollow tone to it, as if he's slowly dying on the inside.
"No, I know what unresolved sexual tension is, but I'm confused why you would bring up this non sequitur, Sir. We don't have that sort of relationship."
"She really doesn't know what you're talking about, Sir," says Shiki, backing you up, and you feel a flush of friendly affection blossom in your heart. This is what true friendship means - even though he's mad at you, he still has your back.
The Third Star Lord looks at both of you, and buries his face in his hands. He stabs the intercom button. "Ri-Sumeragi?"
"Sir."
"Bring me my sidearm, I need to shoot myself."
"Respectfully, Fleet Admiral, I cannot do that. You don't have a sidearm assigned to you, and I can't let you escape your meetings."
"Captain, I order you to find me a sidearm so I can shoot myself."
"Respectfully, Sir, I refuse. You have far too much work pending for you to commit suicide."
"Clear my calendar, then."
"Unfortunately, Sir, ordering me to clear your calender, so that you might attempt suicide in order to escape your duties, would count as a charge of misusing your authority for personal gain, and I would be obliged to report this. Do you wish to proceed further?
"Nevermind, Ri-Sumeragi."
"Very good, Sir. Be advised, you'll be meeting with the First Star Lord in fourty two minutes."
"Thank you, Ri-Sumeragi."