(The Narrator's print is in bold. This may not make any sense. Oh yeah, I support KeroMois, KuruMois, AND I think TamaMois! I am soo confused at the moment… Heh… {sweat drop}… This is a KuruMois story with a bit of KeroMmois… Enjoy my weirdness…) (Narrator's print is bold; Thoughts are.. Ita… itali… That word…)
Tea and Silence
Gentle Angol Mois, in her Asami form, balanced the small china cups full of tea delicately on a plate. Her gold hair and tan skin gave her the appearance of a naïve school girl.
Except for the fact that she's not in her true form, and that she isn't in school… the Narrator rudely interrupts. Whoa! Wait a minute! If I'm the Narrator, then who are you?
The, um, Descriptionist? Shut your face. I'm taking over today! Wait a freaking minute! I-
The Narrator's currently taking a break…
Anyways…
Her gold hair and skin gave her the appearance of a naïve schoolgirl. The naïve part should be exaggerated. Angol Mois carried the tray down into the base. With the cheeriest smile on her face, she called out, "Uncle Keroro! I have the tea you asked for!"
When silence greeted her, Mois stared at the two cups on her plate. "Uncle Keroro… Are you there…?"
Smiling to herself now, Mois finds Keroro fast asleep in a chair. Oh lazy Uncle Keroro… Your tea will get cold!
Sitting on her knees besides Keroro, she placed an emergency blanket over him. "Your little breathing calms me down… I'm really, like, trying not to be creepy…," Angol Mois murmured to Keroro.
"Ku Ku Ku~! A bit like me now, eh?" A voice echoed cross the room. Mois turns around fast as she stood. Kururu, carrying a metal box full of gadgets, stood in the dark room of the base. "Don't be scared-yet. I'm just placing this junk over there." He walked over to a display case with a hole in t and threw the junk into it.
Angol Mois picks up the tray and waited by Kururu's lab chair. Kururu slowly eased his way to the chair, trying to avoid her eyes. Mois watched him with a smile. "Tea?" She held out the tray to Kururu. He stared at it in disgust.
"NO THANK YOU," he said firmly and calmly. "It's nothing Ii would ever prefer, and that includes coming from a woman like you!" Kururu turned his chair to the computer screen, typing frantically. Darn her face… Darn her innocence, her looks and charms…
Angol Mois grabbed her cup, taking little sips. "So… Would you prefer curry from me instead…?"
Kululu hesitated before pressing another button. It was a short hesitant moment. "Make it snappy…," he mumbled to her. Angol Mois bowed a polite bow before exciting the room. Kururu listened to the steps as she left. The smooth sound of quiet brushed his ears. Using his headphones to listen to music now, Kururu reached for the cup full of tea.