Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 109
Date: 12 - 07 - 818 AS @ 20:13 SUT
Title: Untitled.

It feels good to be back on the Alsatia, of that I am damn sure. My little princess has returned, and the presents she brought with her more than covering the lapse in her attendance.

First thing she brought was "Admiral" Rall, taking time off his duties to come and pay his mistress a visit just before I was released. Made me feel a little bit happier knowing that he wanted to make the effort to come see me. I tried to show him our child hooning about inside of me, although I don't think he really understood what was happening when I rested his hand on my belly - I suspect he thought I was trying to garner sex from him given the reaction I got.

Poor guy.

Gunther sadly couldn't hang around for too long, cutting our little rendezvous after only a few minutes. Which was a pity because I was hoping to use him as a crutch to get myself out of that hospital bed. Sadly the war effort of Rheinland took precedence, so I was left to the care of the stunning "Nurse Mikoto".

The other present she brought back, of all things, was a gorgeous little outfit mocking that of the staff of the hospital. This girl... I've gone and corrupted her, quite thoroughly.

The Misaka I first met would never have done such a bold and delicious thing. Not that I mind one little bit of course. She knows exactly how to make me smile, and seems intent on doing just that to the absolute best of her abilities.

Either way, with a wheelchair on loan from the hospital I was taken out to the landing pad where I was greeted by the Alsatia sitting proudly upon the tarmac; towering over and humbling the singe-seaters surrounding her. The last place I can remember her being is snowed under at Gunther's house - when I asked how it ended up here, the girls simply smiled and refused to tell me citing it as "classified information", before Misaka handed me the keys.

White devils, the lot of 'em.

The ship is noticeably cleaner than I remember it being; I guess the girls kept themselves occupied waiting for me to come back with cleaning every inch of the old girl. Speaking of cleaning...

I've been promised, by Nurse Mikoto, a good, hot bath to get myself back into serviceable condition. I haven't seen a razor in nearly two weeks, I can feel the stubble in various places... and it's not at all pleasant. I can't imagine my odour is all that pleasing either, since I haven't seen decent cleaning in all the time I was in hospital; the head of hair I'm normally so proud of is hopelessly tangled up and in desperate need of shampoo and a brush put to it. The bandages on my wound still need to be changed daily, of course Misaka is also handling that.

The skirt that came with the uniform she brought, does seem to be not quite the right size - it doesn't go down far enough to protect Misaka's modesty when viewed from the height of the bed, leaving very little to the imagination, although judging by her movements she was fully aware of this fact and enjoying my eyes leering all over her body.

She was wearing white cotton earlier... my favourite.

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