Slowly the lion stalks it's prey.
"More tea, Bocchan?"
Hidden in the grass.
"Sebastian, fix your bangs.I can't see your face well *yawn* "
Plotting.
"Bocchan, you had a rough night. Perhaps you should retire now."
And then, when the time is right,
"Bocchan, would you like some help with that?
The lion strikes.
"Bocchan, are you awake?"
"..."
The End