Neku sighed. "Why do we have to do this?"
"So that we'll get attacked by some Noise."
Silence.
"So, why do we have to do this?"
"Oh, just do it," snapped Shiki.
"Or what?" Neku raised an eyebrow, "you'll kill me with your hipbones?"
Shiki glared at him. "I might. Or I might spout speeches about friendship and humanity and the inherent good of mankind until blood spurts out of your ears."
Neku blanched.
"So, are we going to clean Hachiko or are you going to suffer haemorrahaging?"
"Whatever…" Neku muttered.
After about five minutes of scrubbing, Neku was muttering under his breath. After another ten, he started up a steady stream of quiet expletives. Twenty more, and Shiki suddenly screamed in frustration, almost startling Neku into revealing that he had a chin. She threw down her scrubbing brush and stalked off.
"Fuck this, we're dead anyway. Let's go and get pissed."
"Absolutely."
A.N. I DON'T KNOW I WAS IN A STUPID MOOD. DON'T JUDGE ME.