Chapter 3
"We should give them some privacy too," pointed out Natsumi. Giroro started to head to his tent, but it had begun to hail. He groaned, and slid the door open.
"Oh no you don't," she said, dragging him back. "Some of that is the size of golf balls. You'd be dead by morning out there." Shutting the door, she said, "You can sleep inside tonight." As if to emphasize her point, a bolt of lightning flashed and drove into the ground via a flagpole, leaving a hole bigger that Giroro's tent.
Giroro started to protest, but Natsumi gave him a look that said, don't argue. He was glad that the gun he had left out was only one of several that he had- it would be ruined in the morning for sure. Oh well.
Just then, the doorbell rang. "Saburo!" Natsumi called, flustered, and Giroro instantly grew frustrated. How could he have forgotten? Natsumi and Saburo were about to have their first date, and Giroro would be trapped inside, having to watch it all.
