Fighting. Sort of.
Summary: Akari has finally had it with Kei.
a/n: Err... very, very short. A bit odd, but I haven't been writing for a while, so I'm trying to ease my way back into it – I know it's pretty awkward. Basically just pure self-indulgence.
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'What do you want for lunch?' He blinks a couple of times, which really means his eyes are taking great pleasure in slowly closing before snapping open.
Akari says nothing. That's ok; he wasn't expecting her to. She's mad at him, he knows. Ever since he bought her the wrong lunch last time, she's taken to ignoring him, and whenever there are people hovering about, things just get that little bit more awkward. Apparently allergies are more serious than he thought.
He tries a different tactic.
'Want a snack?' He takes out a muesli bar and slowly unwraps it, taking care not to let his hand come into direct contact with the food. He has a mild paranoia that she'll snap at him if so much as an atom of his DNA ends up on her food. He's aware that there's no way that could be true, since DNA is impossible to discern so easily, but he has lots of irrational fears, and that is one of them.
She stares at him. He can feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
'…No?'
She looks away. He swallows slowly.
'I'm sorry. I'll make sure it's tuna next time.'
Akari turns and gives him a long look this time, before she tilts her head slightly. She brings a paw up to her face and starts licking, apparently satisfied with his apology this time.
He exhales. Women. Even the cats are crazy.
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