Taste • Tomoe
Why do I love you? I find myself asking such a question on quite a number of occasions.
"Yo Tomoe! Can you get me some toilet paper?"
You have not a single atom of shame in your body but I like that.
"Zzzzzzzzzz...ugh...zzzzzzzz."
Your drool dipped face and ghoulish sleeping sound should be such a turnoff to men (be it demon or human) though I find myself staring at you lovingly.
"AAAAAAAAA-CHHOOOOO!"
You are the most unladylike girl I have ever meant yet I find myself attracted to you.
I ask myself again, "Why do I love you?"
"Hmmm, I don't know why you love me but..."
"Hm? What is it?"
Your face reddened as you stated, "Well I know there is no one in the world who could love you as much as I do."
I stared at your embarrassed state for the longest time until finally I couldn't contain myself and burst with laughter.
"T-Tomoe! Don't laugh at me! I'm being serious!"
I couldn't help myself. How humans say the most outrageous of things with such straight faces is comical.
Your cheeks puffed out and looked down in embarrassment, "You don't have to laugh so hard... meanie."
My fits of amusement seized to chuckles and I embraced you, "F-forgive me, your face was just too amusing."
"Humph!"
I stroked your hair gently.
What a horrible taste in woman I have.
