Author's note: Sorry for this thing being so short, but this little story just came to me and I wanted to try to get in the feel for writing Sgt. Frog characters. I hope you guys enjoy it, nonetheless.
Upon cooking supper, Natsumi, enjoyed the tranquil and quiet atmosphere. For once the stupid frog and his band of misfits were away on some mission that Nastumi did not care and Fuyuki was running late because of his club. Things looked great.
Just then, the red hair girl heard a faint... something-something that she could not make out. Curiosity peaked, she set out to find out what.
It turned out that she soon found the root to the noise, Dororo with his trauma switch on, crying in the corner. "Hey, you're friends left a while ago?"
"Why did they have to be so mean?" The blue ninja frog muttered.
"Hey did you hear what I said?" She repeated, however with hint of anger.
"So what if I didn't want to kill, dose that make me worthless?" Natsumi took a step back at questioning the poor Keronain. Despite what Keroro would tell you, the human wasn't heartless-a bit prideful, maybe, but not heartless and besides she didn't have much beef with Dororo.
"Hey?" Natsumi soon walked over the crying alien and placed a hand on his shoulder.
It was at this moment that the ninja looked back at the girl.
"Don't listen to what those guys say? You're plenty strong as it is. Just think of all the times you saved us something?"
"Natusmi dono?..." The boy spoke as he wiped away the sadness and gave a smile. "Thank you."
"No problem, glad I could help. Now, if you excuse me I got to go finish dinner."
Later that night Keroro and the rest of the armpit platoon, came back wrapped in bandages. All agreeing that trying to kill a heard of buffalos and use there hides for amour was a bad idea.