It had been a cold, rainy day in Tokyo that Tsukino Usagi first decided to pester...er...rather, visit with him.
"Please?"
"No."
"Pwease?"
"No."
"..."
"PLEASE!!!!!"
"Argh! I said no, Odango Atama!!!"
The blonde haired teenager burst into tears and ran out of the arcade, the doors slamming behind her.
"Mamoru! You could at least been nice about it!"
"Psh. Why should I? She wouldn't stop pestering me."
"I don't see what the big problem is...she just wanted to know if you liked the color gold."
"It's the principle of the matter."
With a sigh, Andrew went back to wiping the counter with his favorite rag.
'I don't like the color gold. Hmph,' he grumbled in his mind as a flash of the goddess's golden hair invaded his thoughts.
'On second thought...'
"See ya," Mamoru said as he departed from the arcade in search of his golden bundle of joy.