I think you planned this
Summary: Tokito vs. Cell phone
Tokito had never hated Kabu-chan as much as he hated him right now. And the whole reason for his hate stemmed from the simple fact that Kabu-chan – damn him to hell – seemed to be thoroughly entertained.
He was watching him with those morbidly curious eyes, cigarette perched jauntily between his lips, glasses sitting a few inches down his noses and creased newspaper held loosely in his hands.
Tokito could feel a tick just above his right eye as he glared meaningfully at Kabu-chan in a way that clearly said mind your own business. Kabu-chan gave one of his closed eyes smiles in response and turned his face back to the paper. That irritated Tokito even more because he was well aware that Kabu-chan was still watching him.
Trying in vain to ignore him Tokito turned the smooth combination of metal and plastic over in his hands and once again tried pressing the screen with his thumb and was greatly annoyed when rather than summoning up a list of contacts the damn thing opened the internet.
"Need a hand?"
"No!" Tokito snapped childishly as he shook the cell phone up and down. "I can do it myself."
Kabu-chan quirked an eyebrow but stayed where he was, folding the paper up and setting it aside, giving up all pretence of ignorance and openly watching as Tokito duked it out with his knew cell phone.
It was Tokito's own fault, he knew. He probably should have checked his pockets for his phone before attempting to do the washing but he had been so sure he'd taken it out.
It was the latest model, or so Kabu-chan had told him as he handed it over, a knowing smile playing out along his lips. Tokito was sure of it now. He looked up from his knew touch-screen phone to Kabu-chan, glaring.
"What?" Kabu-chan asked innocently.
That damn bastard had planned this.