Kikumaru, after much fumbling, fished from his tennis racquet case a bulging plastic bag which looked like it was about to burst.
Inside it was a confused-looking guppy, helplessly floating around.
"Nya, Ooishi," Kikumaru handed the bag over. "Happy birthday,"
Ooishi only had to take one glance at the fish to tell that it was the kind of cheap guppy found at run-down pet stores – the fish probably wouldn't last a month.
"Thanks," he said, turning the bag around in his hands. Kikumaru grinned.
Ooishi stood in silence for a while, then grinned back.
I think I'll call it 'Eiji'.
A/N: This actually says '100 words' on my computer, so ignore the word count.