Hola, mi amigos, this is your friendly everyday nerd giving you her first drabble ever. I know what you're thinking "didn't she just start her first story?" Why, yes I did but this drabble had nothing to do with that. I started writing a one shot but being an amateur and all I didn't start with an ending and now I can't stop the story but I finished chapter three and that means two will be up soon. So for now on with the drabbling.
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Mamoru had a plan and it was working!
Of course, he hadn't seen the reason he needed a plan in the first place for more than a week due to exams, but the plan was working so far. You're probably confused. You see Mamoru's problem was Usagi well… not as much her as his thoughts about her those were very ecchi. So he devised a plan, a plan to chant" I will not think ecchi thoughts" in his mind when the said thoughts came to him. The point was to give him something else to think about, to focus on. If he would have asked you, me, or anybody for that matter they would have told him that was the stupidest idea to ever come out of his butt. Of course he in his desperation didn't tell anybody so he didn't change his plan.
On his first day out of his hidey hole of study and exams (on Saturday, in late spring) he went to the Crown Arcade, work place of his best friend and the hang out of his Usako, to test his plan.
Mamoru was ready for the cry of: "Hi, Motoki. "What he wasn't ready for was Motoki's face that screamed:"I'm perving in my mind right now!" He also wasn't ready for the reason Motoki's face was the way it was either. There was sweet, little Usako in the universe's tiniest bikini. Oh, Usako wouldn't leave home without a cover up, God forbid, but she would leave her robe wide open. Motoki had recovered from his perving and was now listening to Usagi talk about her trip to the beach. During this time Mamoru thinking went from ecchi to hentai in 1/10 of a second. Then of course she started to demonstrate something that happened that involved bouncing up and down what little bit of gentlemanliness Mamoru had went out the window with the rest of Usagi's swimsuit .
Mamoru's last clean thoughts were: Dang ,I failed ,and some strange mix between anger, jealousy, and amusement at the thought that Motoki was probably stabbing himself under the counter to keep his eyes from wandering.