Angel Only Drinks Soda
Volume 1 - CH 3.10
This is no a date
Translated by 64990022
Chapter 3: This is not a date
Ayaha Interlude
[TN: Every Ayaha Interlude is a continuation of the one before, and took place on the same day]
“‘Reading people’s minds’… in what condition?” I masked my panic with an expression of uninterest.
“Hmm” She thought out loud for a while.
The wind blew and her shiny black semi-long hair fluttered and caught light.
That and her serious-looking profile had me ogling before I knew it.
“Well, knowing what your target is thinking! What they like, what they don’t, are they enjoying themselves, or in grief. Or what would they like to have for dinner, everything!”
“What’s that about…” Isn’t that too much?
“Isn’t it amazing? I mean, it’s a superpower–!”
In reality, there’s no such thing as that.
I remembered thinking that well. But because of it, I felt a lot less nervous.
[TN: The narrative is quite messy here, not sure if he’s speaking from the present or it’s still in the flashback]
“So… What next?”
“Will you use it for good? Or for yourself?” She queried.
“Of course, well, I would use it for good, I think.”
I thought so. And surely, the majority of people would.
However,
“However… can I do that or not, that’s until the power is in my hand that I understand. I’m not a saint.”
A good guy… I’m not.
Had I shown too much emotion for a hypothetical talk, I wondered. Realizing this, I took a peek at her. She was unexpectedly serious too.
“Hmmmm… I see.”
“What?”
“Nothing. You’ve just said the same thing as the main character in a drama, that’s all. Why don’t you apply for a job as a scriptwriter? It’s your time to shine.”
“I won’t. And that’s just stupid.” I flatly rejected.
“Oh… I want to see it anyway, the story you wrote.”
She leaned in and laughed mirthfully.
That made me both happy and embarrassed, I couldn’t help but look away.
Looking back, what a waste.
I should have looked at her to my heart’s content when I still can.
“And you?”
“Hn?”
“What would you do? If you have such powers.”
Coming to think of it, it was some heavily drama-influenced answer. Was it?
But still, I was glad I had asked her properly.
Say, Ayaha–.
Translated by 64990022
Chapter 3: This is not a date
Ayaha Interlude
[TN: Every Ayaha Interlude is a continuation of the one before, and took place on the same day]
“‘Reading people’s minds’… in what condition?” I masked my panic with an expression of uninterest.
“Hmm” She thought out loud for a while.
The wind blew and her shiny black semi-long hair fluttered and caught light.
That and her serious-looking profile had me ogling before I knew it.
“Well, knowing what your target is thinking! What they like, what they don’t, are they enjoying themselves, or in grief. Or what would they like to have for dinner, everything!”
“What’s that about…” Isn’t that too much?
“Isn’t it amazing? I mean, it’s a superpower–!”
In reality, there’s no such thing as that.
I remembered thinking that well. But because of it, I felt a lot less nervous.
[TN: The narrative is quite messy here, not sure if he’s speaking from the present or it’s still in the flashback]
“So… What next?”
“Will you use it for good? Or for yourself?” She queried.
“Of course, well, I would use it for good, I think.”
I thought so. And surely, the majority of people would.
However,
“However… can I do that or not, that’s until the power is in my hand that I understand. I’m not a saint.”
A good guy… I’m not.
Had I shown too much emotion for a hypothetical talk, I wondered. Realizing this, I took a peek at her. She was unexpectedly serious too.
“Hmmmm… I see.”
“What?”
“Nothing. You’ve just said the same thing as the main character in a drama, that’s all. Why don’t you apply for a job as a scriptwriter? It’s your time to shine.”
“I won’t. And that’s just stupid.” I flatly rejected.
“Oh… I want to see it anyway, the story you wrote.”
She leaned in and laughed mirthfully.
That made me both happy and embarrassed, I couldn’t help but look away.
Looking back, what a waste.
I should have looked at her to my heart’s content when I still can.
“And you?”
“Hn?”
“What would you do? If you have such powers.”
Coming to think of it, it was some heavily drama-influenced answer. Was it?
But still, I was glad I had asked her properly.
Say, Ayaha–.