Manners
Noodles are tasty, everyone knows that. But eating then is a different, slurping is part of it, but the way this father and son ate it, was just ridiculous.
Soi Fon sat straight, feet under the table in the lotus postion. Her boyfriend on the other hand, was lounging on his side, on the couch spilling soup and bits of ramen on it . And her son was following his example, well for manners that is.
Both of the blue-haired men's eyes were fixated on the television, wich showed 'the game' they were so anxious about all week.
"Sit straight Suke, you'll spill all your soup."
He ignored her, "Hey, I'm talking to you." he ignored her once more, which triggered her anger. She stood in front of the television, blocking their view.
"Soi, you know I love lookin' at your bod, but I'm kinda watchin' the game now."
"I will move if you two stop littering the couch."
They sat straight from their lounging position "I'm sorry, I'm not gonna do it anymore, will you please move now?" the youngest asked lazily.
She moved two inches, their eyes fixated on the screen once more.
"SCORE!" the two bowls of ramen spilled on te floor, they didn't seem to care at all.
"No manners at all," she smiled to herself. Those are my boys.
Mai Waifu
A trio of drunken men were singing a song untill one of them tapped the other on the shoulder. "Hey, Glimmjow! How's ya waif?" he yelled with an unnecessarly loud voice.
"Dude, Di Roy. I'm not married." he staded nonchalantly.
"So what are ya then?" Yylfordt asked him. Poking his glass of sake.
"I dunno, I just love'r." A loud sound of 'aww' rang his ears.
"She's a total bitch!" Di Roy suddenly yelled.
"I don' care y'know. She's Mai Waifu. An' nobody fucks wit Mai Waifu!"
"Are ya serious man, what happened to ya?" Yylfordt broke in again.
"I gotta kid now, an' Mai Waifu is still as hot as ever." he grinned.
"True dat." Di Roy muttered.
"Hey," Grimmjow warned, "Don' push yer luck."
The LeBron James Technique
"Dad!" a young boy screetched in fear. "Mom...window..soccer..broke...I." he breathed out.
"Ah, how's this my problem?"
"I..can tell mom about the microwave."
Grimmjow gave in. "Blackmailing your dad, that's my boy." he stated proudly.
He sat his son down, "Basin' at how fast ya came runnin' in," Grimmjow calculated in his head "we have about twenty to fourty seconds before she finds ya."
His son quivered in fear. "But don' worry. I'm gonna teach you somethin' my father thought me when I was young; the LeBron James technique."
"What's that?"
"Your ticket out of hell."
Just as his father predicted, his mother came bursting into the room. Luckily, he managed to explain the infamous technique to his child.
"Daisuke," her voice was low. "come to mommy." His father pushed him forward, mouthing him 'you can do it' to encourage him.
"Why did you run away from me?"
"Well, mom what should I do?" he asked, he mother stared at him in confusion.
"What?"
"What should I do? Should I admit I made a mistake?" he asked her again.
"Should I say I've done this before?" he asked dramatically, leaving his mother with more confusion.
"Should I not listen to my conscious? It's my conscious mom!"
"Daisuke what are you-"
"What should I do? Tell me mom!"
She widened her eyes, "I'm going to make myself some tea, you want some?" she said with confusion.
"Yes, thanks mom." the father-son duo watched Soi Fon leave for the kitchen. "Dad, you are a genius."
A/N: Hope you liked R&R for a next chapter.