"I have made my decision."
"Oh?"
"I'm going to marry Komoe and I'll give birth to the bustiest girl alive."
Normally, Densuke would fake a heart attack and spew out something very loudly, but he kept his cool and enforced logic: "Okay, Kirika. You marry Komoe. And then act all surprised when you suddenly find yourself…not pregnant!"
"Pfft." Kirika pursed her lips. "I'll marry however who I want, and I want to marry Komoe. I'm into girls now…thanks to you." She smiled as she flipped a quick bird. Densuke ignored it. "And Komoe is teetering on the edge. Give me at least three dates, some lingerie and maybe some giggle juice…"
"You will NOT make Komoe drink wine."
"…fine, her favorite juice then, and I'll turn her gay. Hard gay." She motioned something with her hands. "I mean, Komoe is both cute…and sexy. I'll think we'll make a great couple."
"More power to you." Densuke weakly pumped his arm up. "But getting back to that second point. Not only do you want to be the mother, but somehow you're expecting Komoe to impregnate you." He patted his arms in the air. "You…did attend that Sex ED class right? You were awake, right?"
"Hey, I'll make a great mother." Kirika glared. "Besides, Komoe already has enough problems with her breasts. A pregnant belly will just weigh her down." Kirika started to drool. "I can see it now. Candles. No." She shook her head. "Moonlight. Through yonder window." She chuckled at her simple Shakespeare reference. "Some sort of party track playing on the stereo. I started to dance around the bed, disrobing. When Komoe can see me fully naked, I jumped onto the bed and invite her in. As the throbbing of our hearts and soundtracks beat on, we make sweet, sweet love…"
"Females lack penises." Densuke cut her off.
"Hey, I just realized something!" Kirika snapped her fingers.
"That females lack penises?"
"If I give birth to such a titty monster, I wouldn't be able to push her out. I mean, she'll get stuck!"
Densuke closed his book and got up. "Okay, I had my fill of nonsense today. I'm going home early." He threw up his arms as went towards the exit, muttering something about a headache. On his way out, Komoe passed by him. She glanced a eyebrow at the muttering man, but continued onwards into the study hall. Kirika waved her down and Komoe sat down next to her with a small container. She patted it.
"I really improved this time!" Komoe opened the tin to reveal some warm chocolate-chip cookies. As Kirika took one and took a bite, she eyed Komoe up and down. Kirika felt relieved that she made the right choice: she started to hear church bells…and then Kirika sniggered as she considered going to her wedding with only a veil on. Komoe might die of a nosebleed.
"Hey Komoe. What's your favorite flavor of juice? You know, 'cause we're really good friends and all…"