Being as paranoid as he is, and since they're dealing with his brain, Accelerator will affirm that he wants those tests.
He steps out of the elevator, half wondering if this is a huge fucking joke. Did Mechanima take him to the wrong floor? Why the hell does the Society even have a cat floor? Why does this day keep getting worse? He watches Mechanima (this motherfuckerrrrr) in dead silence, somewhere in the void of emotions between baffled and incredibly pissed off, and when he watches the guy depart he decides that yup, this is serious. He follows after the panther, being careful to avoid accidentally smooshing a cat tail with his crutch.
For a split second he actually wishes one of the Sisters was here. Not Last Order, because she would think she's full of useful cat knowledge despite being a small child who spent most of her very short life in a tube, but he's pretty sure the Sisters are all fans of cats. They'd have a better idea of what to do with... all of this. Either that, or their electromagnetic AIM field would keep all the cats away. He would take either outcome right now. Since he doesn't have that very important support, he just gives a small sigh.
So this is his boss. He trails after her into her office, nodding at her question and giving his esper name. Even with the improvement in aesthetic he's still unsure of how to take all of this, if he should be unimpressed or what -
Wait, what? Eaten? Accelerator stares, casts a brief glance over in the direction of the panther (do panthers eat people? Maybe it was one of the lions?), and has zero time to consider which of the big cats he needs to keep an eye on because the sudden appearance of stuff in his free hand is nearly throwing him off-balance.
It's mostly the cat food, those bags are heavy.
He clicks his tongue, trying to adjust everything, the empty cup going into the same hand as his crutch and the cat food under his arm. "I'm sure it can wait," he replies bluntly, not caring too much about playing catch-up as he reads over the list he's been given. Even if it reads like total nonsense he's going to take it seriously, to start out on the right foot and everything. "What kind of magical bullshit are you talking about?"
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He steps out of the elevator, half wondering if this is a huge fucking joke. Did Mechanima take him to the wrong floor? Why the hell does the Society even have a cat floor? Why does this day keep getting worse? He watches Mechanima (this motherfuckerrrrr) in dead silence, somewhere in the void of emotions between baffled and incredibly pissed off, and when he watches the guy depart he decides that yup, this is serious. He follows after the panther, being careful to avoid accidentally smooshing a cat tail with his crutch.
For a split second he actually wishes one of the Sisters was here. Not Last Order, because she would think she's full of useful cat knowledge despite being a small child who spent most of her very short life in a tube, but he's pretty sure the Sisters are all fans of cats. They'd have a better idea of what to do with... all of this. Either that, or their electromagnetic AIM field would keep all the cats away. He would take either outcome right now. Since he doesn't have that very important support, he just gives a small sigh.
So this is his boss. He trails after her into her office, nodding at her question and giving his esper name. Even with the improvement in aesthetic he's still unsure of how to take all of this, if he should be unimpressed or what -
Wait, what? Eaten? Accelerator stares, casts a brief glance over in the direction of the panther (do panthers eat people? Maybe it was one of the lions?), and has zero time to consider which of the big cats he needs to keep an eye on because the sudden appearance of stuff in his free hand is nearly throwing him off-balance.
It's mostly the cat food, those bags are heavy.
He clicks his tongue, trying to adjust everything, the empty cup going into the same hand as his crutch and the cat food under his arm. "I'm sure it can wait," he replies bluntly, not caring too much about playing catch-up as he reads over the list he's been given. Even if it reads like total nonsense he's going to take it seriously, to start out on the right foot and everything. "What kind of magical bullshit are you talking about?"