"Yuma? What are you doing?" I ask as I drift over.
Yuma looks deep in concentration, so he doesn't respond.
"Preparing for a duel?" I ask, relived, Yuma never prepares for anything.
No wonder he has such bad grades. Yuma throws something across the room. "Darn 'Lego' set!" he shouts. I sigh, "Well, no wonder." I look at the instructions, "This piece goes over here and-"
Yuma cuts me off, "Let's make pizza!" he shouts to me. I wince, getting used to Yuma's loudness is, indeed, difficult. "I cannot touch solid materials, Yuma," I object. Yuma pouts, "Pwease?" I roll my eyes, "The correct way to say that would be 'please'." Yuma rolls his eyes. "Ok then, please." I sigh, "Fine." Yuma jumps out of bed, grinning, and rushes down stairs. Past the Magical Room, Kari's computer room, and to the room that Kari says; "If I find you in there, Yuma, it will be your death!" also known as the 'Kitchen.'
I hope Yuma does not die; he is such a dear friend to me! "Yuma, didn't Kari say not to go in here?"
Yuma nods, absentmindedly, "Yeah, so?" "Didn't she say; 'It will be your death?' You should be concerned." "Mmhm," Yuma says while climbing up the cabinets' shelves to get things. Thump! Yuma falls of the counter, "Yuma!?" "I'm fine, Astral, don't get your feathers in a bunch!"
"I don't have feathers."
Yuma rolls his eyes, "It's an expression."
"You humans are strange."
"Sure, Mr. Amnesia Man."
I shake my head, "I have a feeling that that nickname has already been used."
"Whatever," Yuma says as he puts the strange mixture in the oven. Ding! The oven goes off and Yuma pulls it out, grinning. I float over to where Yuma is dumping things on the baked dough. Yuma marches out the swinging door and into Kari's computer room.
"I have pizza!"
Kari takes a slice, bites it, spits it out, and then chases Yuma around the house screaming until Yuma locks himself in the Magical Room.
~THE END~