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The reaction she gained wasn’t what she has expected, how sad, it seemed she confused one for the other. The way the other spoke in already knowing her name, the female raised a brow trying to figure who this was. If it wasn’t Misaka, the one who probably would have gotten rid of if having the chance. She believed it to be the clone she swiped away during the Daihasei Festival. A gloved hand raised to rub her chin as she investigated the other, analyzing her appearance until falling upon the pin she donned along with the goggles. Ah, this wasn’t the exact one since she could recall that the other lacked this one thing.
She had already known about the clones and because of her abilities that could give away every little detail about everything, she was sure that she recalled who this one could have been. The way she addressed her was appropriate and she didn’t feel bad for it, it was right to look up to her elders. Hearing that she was trying to be cool since all clones spoke this way was probably a mistake by the scientists. A sigh leaving from her lips, this being better than nothing.
Out of all the things she could have been offered, if not the original and the one she knew well. She had to think back to the information she gathered such a long time ago. Though, she could have been wrong so with a bit of pestering. She needed to know her code number which seemed easy to do. As the bow was carried out and the clone spoke once more, Misaki contemplated on what to do about this. Even if her memories served her right on who this could have been, she had nothing really to indulge in.
But there was a change in her attitude once the other was stating that they were willing to learn. This was a sudden change, a brow raised as she leaned in towards the other. "Oh is that so?" She questioned, staring at the blank expression in her eyes to identify a little more than what she had, glancing down at the cat she held as well. “Then maybe I’ll teach you something, I doubt Misaka-san teaches you anything anyway.” Weren’t they already input with enough information to be on their own. Leaning back up, the female crossed her arms with a smile as a nod was then given.
"Hmmm.. Now if you’re willing to let me use my teaching ability, you have to call me by the respective title, of course."
The clone stared at her blankly. A questioning gaze was the only reply to her assertions. How would Onee-sama have been able to teach her anything? It puzzled her. Yet.
Perhaps it was to downplay Onee-sama's usefulness.
"Misaka understands your point but finds that your assertions are based on inconclusive data, she proposes. To substantiate your claim, Onee-sama is rude, childish and unbecoming of a lady of her stature, Misaka says without regret. However, the time she's spent with Onee-sama was the best."
The clone's hand moved to grasp the pin. Clutching the object tightly she moved her gaze back up to meet the girl's. "As Misaka understands, Miss Misaki insists upon being called Misaki-sensei? Misaka asks expecting confirmation on her assumptions."
"If that is the case, Misaka does not mind referring to Miss Misaki as Misaki-sensei. Misaka replies hoping that she will be able to learn more of the outside world with Misaki-sensei."
