B-b-b-b-b-bad things.

That was a good question, and I'm not just saying that because I wrote it. That's right, it's one of those 'narrator makes comments' stories. Everyone likes those, right? Anyway, Mikey was a little confused by the sudden change in the direction of the conversation, but...

Mikey: Sure, I like something! It's way better than everything. So non-specific.

Mitsuki: What else do you like?

She knew his answer wouldn't match her dreamy tone, but she did want to know. After all, she wouldn't be much of a girlfriend if she didn't know what he liked. And asking would show him she cared, because of course he would notice her gesture this time!

Mikey: Lots of stuff! Cat-races, barbecued sushi, all my friends forgiving my frankly horrible deeds whether I deserve it or not. You should try it sometime, it's awesome! You can practice with me!

Mitsuki: Oh, I couldn't.

Mikey: Sure, you could! Just mess something up, say you're sorry and I'll give you the "it's okay" treatment you guys give me. Easy!

Mitsuki: 'Treatment'?

Mikey: Yeah. Encouraging words... (Mitsuki gasped happily) a pat on the head... (Mitsuki clasps her hands in excitement) a hug... (Mitsuki begins to float!) a little Guano-esque snuggling...

Mitsuki: The usual post-apology kiss!?!

It was a long-shot. A Hail Mary. A thing unlikely to work out but which still had to be attempted out of hope and perhaps necessity...

Mikey: Oh yeah, can't forget that. And then we all, or I guess you and me all, go eat sushi or something.

Mitsuki: like a date..!

Mikey: Well, as close to one as it can be with Gonard and Guano and...oh, you mean with just us? ...huh. Yeah, I guess it kinda would be a little date-like.

Mitsuki: We don't have to do it, if that would be too weird...(thinking) please say naw, it's fine, please say naw, it's fine, please say naw, it's fine..!

Mikey considered that. Something sort of date-like with just Mitsuki? He rubbed his chin and looked her over, observing her slender but curved in all the nice places figure. The cute-girl posture with her hands clasped in front of her and her hips tilted a bit. Her hair and outfit weren't anything to write home about, but he had once made clothes out of trash, so there wasn't really a lot he could say about that. Plus, he was a guy, so what did he care?

Mikey: ...naw, it's fine.

Mitsuki: (thinking) thank you, Mental-Prayer Fairy-sama!!

Mikey: It would be kinda mean to make screwing up sound so cool and then not help you do it.

Mitsuki: I'd have forgiven you!

Mikey: I know. I barely even worry about that kinda thing anymore.

Mitsuki: you could worry about it a little.

Mikey: C'mon! Let's go find something for you to ruin beyond all hope of repair!

He led her to the door by the hand. Mitsuki hovered blissfully above the floor. Mikey wiped his nose with his free hand and wiped the result on a nearby Guano's favorite book.

Mikey: Whoops, almost knocked over that box of tissues. Man, I can't wait to see what kind of morally and legally-questionable trouble you get yourself into!

Oh, right, she would have to do something bad in order to get her forgiveness treatment. She wanted to do all that stuff with Mikey, to be sure. But...but her good-girl persona! What to do!?