Prompt: Souji with an Osaka-esque personality. Written August 2009 as an anonymous comment. Obviously, I neither own Persona 4 (Atlus) or Azumanga Daioh (Kiyohiko Azuma).
There was a sound like somebody flailing about, and then a loud thud, and then a yelp, and then silence.
Nanako toddled into the hallway, rubbing her eyes tiredly. The noise—noises—had come from her newcomer's room. Her cousin's room. "Are you okay?" she called towards the closed bedroom door.
There was a moment, during which Nanako wondered whether she would have to open the door and actually check (it wasn't right to open bedroom doors when they were closed. She knew that much), but then her cousin's cheerful voice came flowing back through the darkness. "I'm okay," it said, wavering—but that was normal, Nanako knew by now, and so she nodded and opened her mouth to say that she was going back to bed.
"...but my television tried ta eat me."
Nanako blinked, and slowly closed her mouth shut.
And then opened it again. "Um..."
"Nanako..." And the door opened, just a crack, but wide enough for her cousin to stick his head into the hallway and look at her with a pitiful expression. "Those things are dangerous, y'know."
"Er," said Nanako. "Those...things?"
"Televisions," her cousin clarified. Or at least, that was the sort of thing that passed for clarification when her cousin was involved.
Nanako looked at him blankly, watching as a river of blood ran down the front of his face. The right thing to do would be to get the first aid kit, she knew, but she was too busy being traumatized.
"Do ya know what televisions eat?" Nanako's cousin asked. "'Cause I was thinkin'...maybe if I fed it, it wouldn't try ta eat me."
Why yes a catatonic state did seem like a good idea thank you very much.
"Ah-ha!" Her cousin tapped a fist into the palm of his other hand, the universal gesture for 'ah-ha'. "Televisions run lotsa advertisements, right? So it stands ta reason they oughta like the sorta stuff you see in those advertisements!"
And before Nanako could say anything (like, for example 'oh god oh god oh god he's staying with us a year a full year oh god') her cousin was already past her and in the kitchen, loudly rummaging about the cookware.
His voice drifted up the stairwell:
"Do we have any more Qualorie Magic?"