"Yagyuuuuuuuuuu."
"Niouuuuuuuuuuu?"
"Why can't I come?"
"Because I said so."
"You sound like my dad."
"Sometimes, I do feel like your dad..."
"Oh, c'mon, bring me along to the trip to the supermarket!"
"No, this is a chore. You don't like chores. You stay away. Please."
"I wanna go!!"
"What are you planning?"
"Hmph."
"Empty your pockets now, please."
"Hm..."
"Spicy candy?"
"For Marui."
"Pink hair dye."
"Fukubuchou."
"..."
"What? It's a great idea. I got it from Marui."
"Which, the idea, or the dye?"
"Mmm.. Both."
"Okay, moving on."
"Shock pen."
"Yanagi."
"Broken calculator."
"Brat."
"..."
"You're right. I'd have a better chance at Sanada's hair."
"I didn't say anything."
"The brat has a Math test, and his uber smart at Math sempai is kindly lending him his magical calculator."
"An oh-so-useful calculator that broke in 1st year."
"Yeah! I saved it 'cause every time you try to solve something on it, it gives you 3.14159265359."
"Wow. It is a magic calculator. The first 12 digits of PI. What's even more amazing is that you memorized it."
"Told ya it's magical."
"And... That's it."
"See? I aint planning to do anything to ya."
"Okay, I'm going to be leaving now..."
"Nuuuuu!! I'm gonna come with!"
"No, you aren't."
"And so... you're gonna leave me here. In your house? Alone?"
"I'll be back soon."
"Hm..."
"Don't you dare. Now, bye."
O-O
" So how'd your chore-ing go?"
"Weird. About halfway into it, I kept seeing flashes of silver in the corner of my eye... And I don't mean my eyeglasses."
"What could that be?"
"Oh. And every time I turned my back to my cart, I found some...things in it."
"Like what?"
"First it was Pocky. So I returned it to the snacks aisle. Then some magazines. Which I returned too. Then some kiddie shampoo. I decided to finish my shopping first, then return those strange things back."
"Why?? That's the one my brother wanted!!"
"I knew it was you..."
"So whadya get me? That you didn't return??"
"Hmph... I didn't see the chocolate bar buried under the detergent 'til I reached the cashier... Here."
"Yay!!"
"You owe my mom a hundred fifty yen."
"Sheesh."
"Yagyuuuuuuuuu."
"What now?"
"Be polite!"
"I don't need to be. It's just you."
"Hmph. Then I aint gonna be polite to you either."
"You never are."
"Oh yes I am. I certainly keep my manners in check as proper gentleman would."
Ring ring
"May I prove it to you?"
Ring ring
"Wait. I'm gonna get that."
"No, let me."
Click
"Yes? Oh. Obaachan!"
"My grandma??"
"Yes. I'm fine, how about you? I hope Ojiichan is well too. Has his broken leg healed?"
"I hate that your Yagyuu voice is so close to the real thing. And how the heck didja know grandpa recently broke his leg??"
"Oh. Niou-kun told me. He somehow knew. Remember him?"
"Gimme! Now!"
"Yes. You met him one Sunday dinner here. He's the polite guy with the bleached hair. Still don't remember?"
"Sorry Obaachan..."
"Uhm... Yes. The guy with the glow in the dark hair who I told you about..."
"The hell?"
"Careful. Cover the receiver properly. You're cursing in Yagyuu voice."
"Uhuh. That... Sweet... Masaharu-kun."
"Wha?
"Yes Obaachan. I'll tell Okaasan you called. Thank you. Bye! See you this weekend."
"And ya know we're visitin' them this weekend?"
Click
"Why are you using Niou voice then??"
"In case she hears. Now knock off the voice. Though it is a little bit fun to use your accent..."
"See? Ya enjoyed it."
"Stop the grinning. So what, are you a stalker now? You even know how my grandparents are doing?"
"Hm... I pass by their place on the way to the park."
"Park?"
"Yeah. I go there every Monday Wednesday and Friday afternoons. And if I'm lucky, your grandma sees me while watering her plants and invites me for tea."
"And you gave them the impression that you're the "sweet" kid."
"What? She asks me how you're doing. And other stuff related to you. She seems to think I'm your very good friend. The best friend you trust and rely on."
"You liar."
"Oh well. Her chocolate chip cookies are the best! Beats everything!"
"Stay away from my grandma, will you?"
"But she's like the Obaachan I never had!"
"You do have one. Except she's really strict and you have your behaviour issues."
"She's a meanie."
"No she's not..."
"And she doesn't bake!"
"Poor grandma, I'd hate your grandson. Though right now, I do, myself..."
"Aren't you glad I'm not related to ya?"
"I'm not glad. You can practically be me."
"Oh well. I'm off ta visit MY grandma and see how MY grandpa's healing. See ya."
Slam
"Niou!!"