I was bored and felt like writing. I am currently working on my other fics, but I make no promises in updating soon, cause writers block sucks. But I will try! Meanwhile here's a pointless drabble.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Kanda, pass the salt please?"
"No."
"What? Why not?"
"You eat too much salt. It's unhealthy."
"Says the person who eats nothing but soba and tempura for every meal everyday."
"Shut up. I'm not giving you the salt."
"Fine. I'll get it myself." The whitette reached for the white substance.
"No you won't." The samurai swipped the salt from the table before the other could get to it.
"Really? Come on! Since when do you care about my health anyway?"
"I don't. "
"Then give me the salt!"
"No."
"Ugh! Why not?!"
"None of you business."
"The bloody hell it's not my busniess! I want the damn salt and your withholding it from me! I'd say that's my business!"
"Whatever." Kanda stood up.
"Where are you going?!"
"Seeing as I'm done eating, I'm emptying my tray, Moyashi. "
"Good! Then give me the salt!"
"No."
"Kanda! I swear to god, you will get very aquainted with your hand for the next month unless you give me the damn salt!" Of course the little moyashi yelled that whole sentence so the whole cafetaria heard. They were all staring at him, some even blushing. The samurai just smirked and tossed the salt to the other.
"There you go, moyashi. Have at it." With that said, the samurai left, leaving a blushing bean sprout.
"Kanda, you jerk!"