Michiko to Hatchin Ep 7

Unnecessary diversions.

So…

...the Vespa breaks down.

This will take 2 to 3 days to fix apparently. What it really means is a filler for us.

The two get into a hotel, and while Hatchin is busy trying to get them a room, Michiko is busy getting…

...swept off her feet by some stranger.

Before long, within the span of a few hours actually, Hatchin is sent off on a side quest to buy some shampoo. Being her mother’s father’s daughter, she immediately…

...invites some trouble.

Michiko obviously needs more than mere shampoo to keep up her glamour, so she visits…

...Anastacia.

The beautician who’s husband she’s having…

...an affair with.

And Hatchin had…

...front row seats.

Ouch!

However, Bruno the stud doesn’t stop there. Whilst Michiko brings Hatchin to Anastacia’s Salon the next day to have her hair fixed (due to the severe lack of shampoo), Bruno had the balls to confess to Michiko…

...right outside the damn place!

Well, Hatchin obviously won’t let Michiko slip, and the next day these two…

...finally confront each other.

Hatchin manages to run away and…

...almost dies.

On the other hand, Michiko finally gets a one on one with Anastacia, who tells her that she is…

...more of a woman than Michiko...

…and implying that only she can keep Bruno.

So that was that. Hatchin is saved, and wakes up to find she’s 10 years old as the clock struck 12. So there she was, with a drunken and passed out Michiko and some old dude playing a nice melo theme, having the…

...time of her life.

I just finished watching the Vampire Twins arc of Black Lagoon, so getting through this episode was rather painful. Not really solidifying the relationship between the two, this episode instead showed us how desparate vulnerable Michiko really is. What’s the point? To show she’s not so badass? We knew that because of how protective she is about Hatchin. That’s her weakness, not falling for someone like Bruno. The episode just reminded me of typical chick-flick American sitcoms. Hopefully next week sees us back to normal.

And with that…

...see you next, deculture!