"I despise you," Moko-san said as she approached the tall man.
"Okay," Tsuruga-san said as though he'd heard that same sentence all too many times.
"You have know idea why do you," Moko-san ruffled her brow.
"No," Tsuruga-san, "But I'm sure you're going to tell me," That made Yashiro-san snicker.
"Damn right I will," Moko-san was well near shouting when she lowered her voice to an angry whisper. "You've really done it this time!"
"You're going to need to be more specific"
"Kyoko!" She said "You've gone off and made her upset again!"
Tsuruga-san opened his mouth to speak in his defense but Moko-san grabbed his collar and puled his face close to her's. "Believe me when I say if you ever, EVER make Kyoko cry again then there will be a two second drop between where you stand now with your head in the clouds to six feet under, do you understand me!?"
Tsuruga-san nodded his head, at a loss for words.
"Good!" She stormed off.
"She's scary," Tsuruga-san rubbed his neck where the collar of his shirt had dig into is skin.
"She's hot," Yashiro-san muttered, awestruck.
"What," Tsuruga-san had an amused smile.
"Nothing," Yashiro-san turned around so that his charge wouldn't se his face turn beet red. but if he feels like that about him then just by conection she probablly hates my guts...
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