B is for Bombarded
[[Misagi x Usagi, Usagi's POV]]
'I know Haruhiko likes Misaki, but this is a little to much... I mean, really! He's filling our small apartment up with all this junk!' I sighed.
"Tell him to stop if you don't like it," I said, while poking at Misaki's head.
"But, you won't let me call him, and you won't let me meet with him. How can I tell him?" Misaki said.
'I suppose that's true... but... I don't trust Haruhiko,' I thought.
"You could tell someone else to tell him," I suggested.
"Haruhiko is stubborn - like someone else I know," - he changed his eye direction from the gifts to me - "although names will not be stated, of course. Plus, he'd think you sent that person after him. You, of all people, should know that better than anyone." I sighed; he had a point there. He's becoming too sharp for my own good. Not smart, just sharp.
"Oh, I suppose you're right there," I said.
"Good. Now that you understand, I'll go call him," he said, as he went to pick up the phone to dial. I went and stopped him.
"I never said that you could call." I put the horn back on the receiver.
"But... I feel like I'm being suffocated in presents. Like I'm drowning. Bombarded by them," he said.
'Bombarded?' I thought. "Fine, but I'll be listening to make sure nothing he says is something I don't like," I replied.
I saw a slight smile on his face, but when he noticed I was looking, he frowned, as if angry, and said "Well, I guess that's okay... as long as this stops..."
B is for Bombarded END.
Look forward to C?
