In reality this fluff fic is just a bunch of little ideas of fluff one-shots that I was never getting around to and shoved together. This is my excuse to tackle things on my one-shot list.
So everything is kind of slow and just fluff filled because I want to just work on fluffy things. Part of me thinks I should split up the chapters though.
Notes about this chapter: There are some nsfw mentions. Nothing nsfw happens obviously but there are some mentions.
None of them were particularly confident in Mois's ability to stick to the plan and scare- uhhh over-expose Kululu to her.
It wasn't that they didn't want to have faith in her that she could do it, it was just...Would anyone want to willingly spend their free time with Kululu?
They all knew deep in their hearts that they wouldn't. They also knew Mois might have the tendency to get side-tracked from her task, forget it in a moment's notice for the next thing she wanted to do, most likely helping her Uncle.
"She's not going to do anything, is she?" Natsumi asked sighing. She didn't hear screaming yet and although it had only been two minutes, she was angry enough that she wanted to hear screaming.
"She...She could come through. I'm sure we'll hear Kululu struggling soon!" Keroro tried to reassure. This was his plan after all, so he needed to be on Mois's side and stick up for her. "Just...Give her more time than two minutes?"
"It was a nice idea, but I'm still angry! I want things to go faster!" Natsumi growled, having woke up from Saburo's stench now that he had left.
Giroro nodded. He always agreed with Natsumi, especially when it came to issues of anger. "We can't just rely on Mois to do everything though. Of course using Mois would be Keroro's plan, but making someone else do all the work is the lazy route. If we want Kululu to truly be terrified we need to help her. Because I doubt she'll just do everything on her own." Giroro reminded.
Tamama perked up, his eyes sparkling. "Help her? As in….Force that woman and Kululu to spend time together against their will?" He put his hands together in an evil look and started cackling. "I can do that. That's the perfect punishment for both of them."
Suddenly Giroro regretted saying anything.
Nobody had any ideas to help Angol Mois. But Tamama had plenty. He had gained all his inspiration and ideas from bad fanfiction cliches.
Bleh. The things you do for love. Which seemed to include trying to study up on the shows that Keroro liked without actually watching them. That meant reading a ton of fanfiction. And the sort of fanfiction that Tamama seemed to be drawn to was not adventurous epics, or anything with drama. No, it was just bad yaoi.
Either way, he had plenty of ideas now on how to get two people who hated each other to be forced to spend more time together.
Kululu was not presently in his lab, Tamama noted. Likely he was either out shopping or eating at some restaurant. He could have been anywhere but it really wasn't important to Tamama.
All that mattered was that he wasn't there now. No wonder Mois hadn't been able to scare him.
It made Tamama's plans all the easier without him being there.
"TAMAMA IMPACT" He yelled sending a hurling blast of energy at some of the walls.
There was a loud crashing noise as several pieces of equipment exploded.
Take that, Kululu! How dare you make me think Mr. Sergeant and that woman are together? Tamama thought to himself. He loved Keroro's plan, sure but he also agreed with Natsumi that he wanted Kululu punished now.
He'd destroy his stuff if he had to.
"W-what's going on?" Giroro asked charging into the lab where all the noise was coming from. He had been the only one to hear anything because of his amazing ears.
Giroro looked around at the flaming mass of destruction all around him, things looked charred and broken.
Tamama barely glanced at him. "TAMAMA IMPACT!" He yelled again, blasting at a small closet area where he assumed Kululu slept. That or Kululu slept on the floor like a sad weirdo.
Giroro hurriedly ran over to him and grabbed him by the arm. "Hold up! What the heck are you doing, Tamama? I'm mad at Kululu too but blowing up his stuff is sure to hurt the invasion. Kululu's got a lot of databases here." Giroro pointed out.
Tamama glanced at Giroro. "I'm helping out."
"And how the heck are you doing that?" Giroro asked. "I don't see any helping here. I only see destruction! This is over-the-top helping if I ever did see it." He grunted, crossing his arms.
Tamama frowned. Did Giroro not understand what he was doing? "You were the one who said we should help get that woman to spend more time together." He pointed out. "I'm just forcing an opportunity."
"By framing her? You know out of the three of us she might be the most destructive! Kululu could easily assume she did this damage instead of you. And that's not very fair." Giroro replied.
"No. No, for once I'm not framing her." Tamama shook his head. He'd remember that idea for later though.
Giroro wanted to ask about the for once, but decided it was in his best interest not to.
"Haven't you read any fanfictions? Shoujo manga? Yaoi? Romance?" Tamama asked, trying to get Giroro to figure out what he was doing.
"I've uhhh read a little bit of shoujo." Giroro blushed and admitted. "Why? I don't remember many living quarters being destroyed by someone in shoujo. Trust me if that happened I'd remember it. I would have perhaps liked the genre more."
"Well, in those sorts of of media, especially fanfiction, when someone's house gets destroyed they're forced to live somewhere else." Tamama explained, "Most usually with the person closest to them. That woman's the only other person who lives in the base so while Kululu's repairing this damage he'll be forced to live with her. Which brings up the perfect opportunity for the worst- I mean most over-used fanfic cliché. Bed sharing!" Tamama revealed. "I'm going to terrify Kululu by forcing him to live with that woman and share her bed! He'll be so scared after me. And then Mr. Sergeant will be so proud of me."
Giroro frowned like Tamama's idea was stupid. Then he thought for a moment. "That...That actually might help her. He certainly would have a problem avoiding her if he was forced to live with her for a bit."
Tamama nodded. "That and I just kinda wanted to wreck his stuff! He definitely deserves a punishment immediately after all he did to us. And I needed to let off some steam!" Tamama merrily answered.
"Oh." Giroro thought for a moment and then pulled out a gun. "Well then, allow me to join you." He grinned. "If it's for the cause we've all agreed on, terrifying and punishing Kululu, I would be very glad to punish Kululu by destroying his stuff."
"Glad to have you on the team, corporal destructive!" Tamama saluted.
The two then went about their work of destroying the rest of Kululu's lab.
They were long gone by the time Kululu got back. And when he saw the damage done to his lab he was quite obviously ticked.
I would have thought that they had more common sense than this. To destroy so much stuff. He picked up a slab of metal on the ground and looked at it distastefully. So much precious tech destroyed. Kululu couldn't help but feel a little mournful deep down.
Although he was mad though he felt a smile crack on his lips. He knew exactly why his lab had been destroyed, the pekoponians and keronians must have been mad over the jerky pranks he had pulled. And he absolutely adored it when they snapped in anger. It was so funny to watch, so overly emotional.
That and Kululu just liked being scolded and the idea of negative attention. His lab might have paid the price for it but he couldn't help but deny he got a high off the destruction and his heart was large from what was obviously everybody being overly emotional and filled with anger because of him.
"Well it's not like it's that big of a deal. Our invasion funds have plenty of cash thanks to the great price I auctioned off the captain's gundam models for. Ku, ku, ku. Too bad we won't be able to use that money for something useful and it's instead going to repairing my lab but our platoon doesn't really understand the rules of cause and effect." Everything had consequences. They needed to understand that better.
The damage was pretty bad though. Although their was delight in him at the anger he had caused from his actions, it was easy to survey that he wouldn't even be able to sleep on the floor with a blanket while repairs were going on. Looks like they might take a week…Probably. If I can't rest during that time I'm sure to make mistakes.
Oh well, he could sleep during invasion meetings.
It didn't take long for the news to reach the platoon about the damage to Kululu's lab. And it didn't take them long to notice that he was tired from working on his lab all day too, despite the funding he had. He would rest his head on the table, dozing off.
"This is an invasion meeting not a sleepover." Giroro scolded.
Kululu yawned. "Can't help it. So boring. That and I've got nowhere else to rest." He glanced at Giroro. "Hey! You've got a sleeping quarters, albeit a bad one. Since I assume you were one of the perpetrators of my situation lend me your tent. We could be roomies." He'd share Giroro's tent with him, it wasn't like it was the first time.
"No way. I need my space to rest too. And it's hard to rest when you're around." Giroro crossed his arms. "You bring way too much computers and wires and junk with you to store in my tent."
"Yeah! And do you want a space ship to land on you?" Tamama added.
Kululu shook his head. "Fine, I guess I'll just have to share the captain's room. Ku, ku, ku. It's large enough to hold me."
Keroro turned pale. He didn't want Kululu as a roommate. "Y-you can't!" He quickly piped up. He knew about the plan to get him to room with Mois, but he didn't really have the best excuse to keep Kululu out of his room. "Ya see. Um….Everybody walks through my room to get to the base. It's not very private."
"I can make it more private by adding a private." Tamama flirted.
Keroro ignored him.
"I don't need someplace to be private. I need someplace I can sleep." Kululu groaned. "It's not like I'd have privacy rooming with someone anyway. So the captain's room will do fine."
"You don't want to room with Keroro." Dororo tried to tell him. "He makes a lot of terrible noises in his sleep. Is a bad roommate, is rude, and constantly exploiting you." Dororo both lied and told the truth. "Really rooming with Keroro is the worst experience anyone can have."
"H-hey!" Keroro knew Dororo was telling Kululu this to eliminate his options in the Hinata House and force him to room with Angol Mois. It was still insulting though.
"Ku, ku, ku. Good point." Kululu laughed, listening to Dororo. "Fine I guess that only leaves like one person left by default since you've all rejected me so much-"
Angol Mois perked up, realizing she was going to be the one suggested against her will next.
"Natsumi! Since Giroro's being such a jerk to me, wrongfully when he wrecked my stuff, I'll just room with her against her will. Giroro will be so jealous that I'm in his girlfriend's room-" Kululu mocked.
Giroro punched him. "You're not going into Natsumi's room without her permission. You'll room with Mois."
"Oh? So it's okay to volunteer Mois for something without her permission but not Natsumi? They're both girls. They both deserve the same amount of boundaries and respect. Nothing makes their rooms any less bad for me to stay in except the fact that you like Natsumi more. Ku, ku, ku. I didn't know you were as much of a jerk as me, Giroro. But I guess that's to be expected since you're so biased." Kululu teased.
Giroro growled. "I won't let you near Natsumi. You'll definitely harm her. I won't let that happen!" He swore.
Before Giroro and Kululu got in a physical fight, Angol Mois scooted her chair between them.
"It's okay, Kululu." Mois reassured. "Although...Giroro did suggest me before he could ask me about it, I would gladly let you room with me so you can rest. I think it's a better solution than staying in Uncle's or Giroro's room too since my room isn't that far away from yours. That way you won't have to go very far to work on repairs." Mois used sound logic.
Kululu at first looked at her skeptically realizing that her reasoning was very good. "...You weren't by any chance one of the people who destroyed my lab were you? I mean I assumed it was just everybody together since they were angry at me, but you are very destructive and you do like breaking things. And because your suggestion is so good you could have destroyed my lab just to get me in your room or something...for some nefarious purpose. Maybe a punishment for being a jerk to you." Kululu decided.
"But Kululu you weren't a jerk to me. I was the one person you spared in your apparent plight of jerkdom!" Mois reminded.
Kululu grew silent. He had honestly not realized that he had done that. He had thought for sure he had pulled some prank on Mois too. After all the whole point of being a jerk that day was to prove he wasn't biased around her. But apparently he couldn't even do that much.
"But...To answer your question I had nothing to do with it. I don't even know who destroyed your lab." Mois replied, she offered her hand. "So will you take up my offer? We could be roommates for a week." She smiled.
Kululu looked at her smile and shivered realizing she was offering out of just pure kindness. If I accept her offer despite it being a smart choice, I will die. She will be too cute and innocent and kind and I will die in Mois's room. That place will be my tomb. "Heck no!" He refused.
"Why?" Mois asked.
"W-well….Umm..." Kululu tried not to stutter, trying to come up with an excuse that made it not sound like he was refusing out of fear or worse shyness because he couldn't stand the thought of sleeping in the same room as a cute girl. "Obviously it's because although your logic is smart, I doubt the platoon would let me. I mean the captain's obviously going to stop you because he wants to protect you." Kululu pointed out.
"Nah man, I'm fine with it. Sleep with Angol Mois all you want." Keroro waved his hand.
Kululu tried not to turn bright red, but he was clearly flustered. "Phrasing. Work on phrasing please. I know you're dumb but...Don't be that dumb."
Angol Mois just looked confused.
Kululu took a moment to compose himself. "As I was saying, and as Keroro hasn't seemed to notice yet...There are certain...Social connotations to a guy going into a girl's room and spending the night there. I'm just trying to be mindful of those social connotations and the sort of ideas that could be buzzing around people's minds if they heard about this situation." Kululu pointed out. "You really don't want those connotations going around about me and you."
Mois thought for a moment, trying to figure out what he was saying. "Oh!" She realized. "I don't mind. There's nothing to worry about about that." She said hurriedly. "After all everybody should know that you're in my room just to sleep right? And I like sleep too. I expect that everybody will be understanding, so it's their own fault if they get the wrong idea."
Kululu frowned. That...Was the smart answer, but he didn't really want Mois to be smart right now. He wanted her to take his excuses.
"A lot of the people we know are horribly dumb though." Kululu pointed out, "So they'll definitely get the wrong idea. They'll get all sorts of twisted fantasies. Are you sure you're okay with even your beloved Uncle thinking those sorts of things?" Kululu asked.
"It's fine. I really don't mind what people are imagining about our relationship." Mois said simply not caring much about gossip.
This however just simply destroyed Kululu. His chair fell over from the back and he fell out. His head hitting a table leg. "OW!" She...She can't just say things like that!
"Are you okay?" Angol Mois asked worriedly.
Kululu ignored her and rubbed his nose. He needed more excuses. Working ones. "Your merch creeps me out. I just simply can't rest in a room with Keroro everywhere."
He could see a few faces absent-mind idly nodding in agreement, Giroro and Dororo.
Angol Mois frowned. "A lot of things about you creeps people out." She pointed out. "Doesn't mean you should change. I like my decor." She defended stubbornly.
"Either it goes or I don't stay." Kululu grinned, knowing she would in no way get rid of her terrible decorating style.
Unfortunately Mois was stubborn and Kululu did not realize that she wanted him to spend more time with her. I need to use that over-exposure thing Uncle talked about. Letting him stay in my room is a great opportunity! She really didn't want to remove her Keroro things but for a time she might have to.
"O-okay...I'll...I'll remove my Uncle merchandise and put it in a box or something..." She decided. "I'll tidy up my room and made the decorations more 'normal' as you would say." She didn't look too happy. "If I do all that will you stay as my guest?"
Kululu was caught off guard. He didn't expect her to do that. And he had no more excuses against her. I can use this though. I...I might have been a little unfair to everybody by not including Mois in my pranks. Being let into her personal area, her room, will let me inflict a variety of pranks on her. Why, I could even destroy all that Keroro merchandise she has. That will surely make her feel like the rest of them.
He liked the idea of destroying the Keroro merch. Maybe this wasn't as bad as he first thought.
He didn't have much to bring to Mois's room. Just a sleeping bag and a small pillow, but as soon as he entered the room he felt a sense of guilt as Mois smiled at him.
"I'm glad to have you! I hope you rest well. You can sleep wherever you want." She told him.
He could see that just as she had promised the walls were barren and all the merchandise was gone and stuffed into a wooden chest at the foot of her bed. Even her creepy Keroro plushy was off of her bed which he knew she was sure to complain about.
He glanced at the wooden chest. He knew he had planned to destroy it as soon as she wasn't looking. After all it held all of her Keroro belongings. Strangely enough when he looked at it though he didn't feel a sense of joy at his jerky move coming up, he just felt an ache of guilt in his heart.
Guilt. He hated it. He hated how Mois was able to conjure it from him. It feels wrong to...Destroy her precious things when she was the only one to help me by letting me stay somewhere. He frowned. So that was his true thoughts. The whole idea felt wrong.
"Umm...I...I need to go..." He decided. He hated that guilty feeling.
"Does it not have enough of a homely feeling? It is pretty barren. I didn't really have the materials to make new decorations." Mois frowned, apologizing. "But I got rid of all the Uncle stuff like you wanted. You could say, a normal girl now?"
"I'm...I'm just going to bring some stuff to work on when I wake up in the middle of the night. You know, tech to repair, stuff like that." Kululu told her quickly.
Mois nodded. "Okay then! Move all the things you want in! I'm actually going to leave while you move things to help Uncle, but I'll be right back." She told him.
Thank god, she'll be gone. Kululu told himself as he quickly left. He tried to steady the beating in his heart. He was a little worried that it might be loud enough for her to hear it.
A room is just someplace stuff is stored. It's just a place. He repeated to himself. Doesn't matter that it's Mois's room of all places. It's just a place someone sleeps.
He kept repeating that to himself as he moved computers into her room, connected my long wires. The barren room seemed to become an immediate mess thanks to Kululu. He was not the most organized.
Just a place someone sleeps. And Mois sure does sleep a lot. He told himself. He could imagine it. Her sleeping. Sure he had seen it before, and he had seen her sleeping in her bed through cameras but….Just the image of actually being in the same room as her as she slept made his stomach all fluttery.
He could see Mois's eyes closed, her body perfectly relaxed and curled up in a bunch of blankets. She'd be sleeping completely cutely, hugging her pillow and smiling. It was a completely innocent image.
Kululu found himself groaning in pure pain from the imagery. It was killing him. It was just too adorable!
She's done that before. Slept like that. Innocently and exactly like in your mind. Kululu reminded himself. He looked at Mois's currently empty bed.
His hand moved on it's own and he touched the edge of her blanket, his fingers curling around it to feel it. That blanket had touched Mois. That blanket had been curled around Mois's body. What did it feel like to touch Mois like that? She could have done a million different things in this room. Could have thought about some weird things too.
Kululu realized what track his mind was going to. He looked at his hand and pulled away, his eyes wide and trying to suppress a scream. AUGH! WHAT THE HECK WAS I JUST DOING AND THINKING ABOUT? He shouldn't be touching Mois's blankets and thinking about her. That was weird.
I feel like a pervert. Ugh, I'm really going to die here. This is the absolute worst. He had to stop thinking about Mois which was awfully hard in her room.
Why couldn't he just not think about her? Why couldn't he just wave her away? I'm not lovesick. I won't be lovesick. I'm not Giroro. He told himself in disgust. He was a bit afraid though. What if he was?
Mois eventually came back, stepping over many wires. This...Wasn't exactly what I had in mind for decoration. She didn't want to speak about the mess of wires though. Didn't want to upset her new roommate.
She had other things to focus on. Mostly Kululu related things. She sat on her bed as Kululu worked on his computer trying to fix things up. I need to figure out the base level of how scared Kululu is of me. What can he stand and what can't he? She needed to figure out what was the smallest thing to start with and for that she needed a base level.
How intense was his fear? There had to be something that was little and fixable. Talking to each other and conversing she assumed was easy enough. They had done that several times and he seemed fine with it.
Sharing a room is probably too much though. Kululu might be scared. She glanced at Kululu and his back, wondering if she could see from just a back if someone was tense. She couldn't tell much about Kululu's shoulders. Was he thinking about her and how afraid he was?
I'll just ignore him for now and that will make him relax more. She told herself. She took a book out to read so that she wouldn't disrupt Kululu's work.
Paying no attention to Kululu was harder than she thought though, especially when he was doing things that were so interesting. She couldn't help but glance up from her book every now and then to peek at him and smile.
Eventually she just ditched the book all together and found herself watching him and staring at him. She couldn't help it. She didn't even realize what she was doing. Kululu was just very easy to focus her attention on, and watching him work filled her with an odd sort of calm. It made her feel happier and full than she had ever felt towards watching something else. She assumed it was because he was always making such cool things. She loved watching him create.
It was just too bad he didn't like letting her watch because she thought it was honestly the coolest.
Staring at him however, went about as well as anyone could have expected. It didn't take very long for Kululu to set his screw driver down his hands shaking too much to work and he screamed.
"AHHH!" He yelled, shaking and falling to the ground as if his body was being pulled apart by a million different skeleton hands.
Mois jumped up surprised. She had been so relaxed just watching him, she had just been laying on her bed her chin resting on her hands.
"S-stop...S-stop staring at me...Please...I...I c-can't take it. D-don't look at me...I can't take those eyes. They're destroying me..." Kululu shivered and yelled. "Please leave me alone! LEAVE I'LL DO ANYTHING!" He begged.
Mois jumped up surprised that he would ask that. "Okay." She agreed, nodding and leaving her own room.
Kululu sighed in relief, but then he looked around remembering where he was. I….I just kicked Mois out of her own room because I couldn't handle her being here. He realized.
What kind of bull crap was that? Kicking someone out of their own space?
"W-wait!" He said hurriedly dropping his tools and throwing the door open before Mois could be out of speaking distance. "Don't leave!"
Mois looked surprised at the request. That was the first time Kululu had said that. He still seemed to be shaking too. Is he making an effort to fight his own fear? She found herself smiling. "Okay." She found herself smiling.
Kululu pointed to her room. "You go back inside. I'll leave and stay out here for now u-until...Until I calm down."
Mois frowned. So he still didn't intend to spend time with her, he just didn't want to kick her out of her room.
"It's really okay if you stay in my room and I'm the one who leaves." Mois tried to reassure him.
"N-no. We're switching places." Kululu frowned, blushing a little. It was kind of embarrassing that his freak out session had managed to kick her out of her own room. "I'm uhh sorry for yelling so loudly."
"It's all right." Mois smiled. She knew he was just afraid. She really wanted to help him.
She followed his finger and went inside her room, closing the door. Kululu leaned his back against it and fell to the ground, trying to steady his breathing and calm down.
Mois giggled for a second inside her room. Kicking me out of my own room was a little funny. He had completely forgotten where he was.
She stopped laughing, covering her mouth. It is not funny! She reminded herself. Kululu's fear is serious business.
She looked around the mess of the room. She had gotten lost in staring at Kululu. She couldn't start testing things here.
Kululu needed some place to feel safe and rest. At the moment that would be her room. I need to make one place safe from the shock therapy so he doesn't feel like the whole thing's constant. That and it's hard for him to escape this place. I should start doing things in a place that Kululu can run away if he wanted to. She needed to make him completely comfortable and able to leave in the situation.
It needed to be outside. They needed to just hang out. That would show her just how afraid Kululu was.
But how could she get him to come with her? He had refused the last time? Maybe she could try to be less over-the-top affectionate with her invitation?
When Kululu had calmed down and came back, Mois tried to act casual. "So...Um...Tomorrow...I was uhh wondering...Do you want to hang out? Just in a friendly sort of way? No big deal?" Yes! I'm great at acting casual. She was not.
Kululu's legs started shaking at the invitation but he looked straight at Mois as if the whole thing was a challenge. As if she was trying to torture him. If I faint...Well that's exactly what Giroro did. Natsumi asked him to Mutsumi's concert and it was really no big deal but he took it as some sort of stupid date...I can't be like him. I need to stand tall. This really is just normal. I'm not afraid and I do not have a crush on her. "I wouldn't have to plan anything for this hang out session, right? I wouldn't have to do anything?"
"Yep!" Mois agreed.
"Then fine. But if I get bored I'm leaving." Kululu decided, pretending that he wasn't fighting his sense of balance to keep himself from fainting. He had to accept. To prove to himself that he could. He needed to desperately deny to himself that he had any feelings.
Mois tried not to smile and jump up and down. She knew that would be too much for Kululu.
"I...I need to go now...And die—I mean check on my lab." Kululu told her. He knew his legs were going to give out any second.
Friendly hang out session, no big deal. You can do this. He told himself.
He still died in his lab though when he was alone.
The next day Kululu met up with Mois in front of a street corner. That was where she had directed him over text after all.
I can do this. Just one small hang out session and then it will eliminate any doubt in myself that I'm anything like Giroro. It's going to make me feel better. Make me know I can stand these sorts of things. Kululu reminded himself. It wasn't like he didn't like Mois, it was just that he knew he usually couldn't withstand her sparkly eyes to hang out with her regularly and alone. It always embarrassed him.
Mois waved to him and ran over to him. "I'm glad to see you, Kululu! I'm so excited for today!" She was dressed in a cute little dress and looked to be in a very happy mood.
Kululu frowned. "And...What exactly do you have planned for this...Casual thing?" She didn't look to be dressed all that casual.
He wondered if she had ever had a friendly hang out session with just one person or if she was basing all her knowledge on media. If she is maybe she's trying to look her best because she's confused normal attire for date attire. He really hoped she didn't because she looked dang cute.
He didn't think his heart needed the knowledge that Mois was dressed for a date by accident because of her lack of knowledge of pekoponian things. He felt a slimmer of hope that he really didn't even want to have.
"I wanted to go see a movie." She smiled. "I...I thought that was a good idea. Do you agree?" A movie is the perfect thing to do with Kululu because he can look at something other than me while we're both in a small space together. He always did feel comfortable around screens. And being right next to me will get him more exposed to his fear.
"A movie?" He asked. That...Didn't sound too bad. He didn't have to do much and if he did collapse he could pretend he was just asleep. He found himself smiling for a second until he realized that yet again going to a movie with just two people, was something he had only really seen on media. Sure he had seen two friends go to a movie together but when those two friends were Keroro and Tamama you kind of had to question if it really wasn't a date or if there was something more to the 'friendly outing' angle. Depends on the type of movie I guess, but…
With how excited she was, her attire and the fact that she was taking him to a movie, just the two of them, and how they were going to be right next to him the entire time he couldn't help but think about how eerily similar this hang out session was to a date. Part of him didn't want to be suspicious and thinking that and another part was a little worried it was just him seeing the eerie similarities and the whole idea that this might in fact be a date wasn't exactly mutual.
Either way he hated it and felt a sense of terror at what was happening and what situation he had found himself in. Unsure if this "hang out" session was a hang out session or if he was reading too much into it.
No! It's not a date. It's just normal. It's not a date. Giroro...He would think a normal situation with Natsumi was a date, but I'm smart. I know that only dates are dates. Kululu just shook his head over and over again, feeling embarrassed.
Yeah, he was just a little confused. This whole thing was normal. "Mois, do you usually go to the movies with any of your other friends?" She probably did.
Mois smiled at him. "Nope! Not really."
Crap. So out of everybody I'm the only one she's ever gone to the movies alone with...Now it really does sound unusual. Kululu felt a sense of sadness though if the actual reason for the answer was she didn't have any outings with her other friends.
"Do...Do you realize Mois what this whole situation kind of sounds like? You...Um...Uhhh going to the movies with me, hanging out with me for the whole day and being umm v-very c-cute?" Kululu needed to make sure he was just reading way too much into this.
"You think I'm cute?" Mois asked. "Well thanks!"
Kululu looked down. That was not what he had meant.
"But no? What does this sound like?" She asked, kind of confused. A terrifying situation? I bet that's what he's about to say.
Kululu looked at her confusion and realized with relief she was just completely ignorant. Okay so it is just a friendly hang out session. That was a relief.
"Yeah a movie's fine." That sounded casual enough. He'd be happy to see one.
Angol Mois didn't touch Kululu as she led him to the movie theater, and he was thankful for that. He honestly would have assumed that she would have dragged him along, taking his hand in hers and sending him cute, eager looks every now and then about how happy she was just that they were hanging out.
He was sure if that happened he was sure to die. But at the moment he was managing to keep his fear pretty well under wraps.
She led him to the theater and purchased the tickets. He glanced awkwardly at the title of the movie and genre. "A horror movie?" He asked, frowning. "You sure you want to see one of those? It doesn't seem like it would be your type over more happy-go-lucky sorts of films." Not only that but horror movies were well known for being just bad. They weren't very well made and had horribly cliché plots.
"I thought you would enjoy a horror movie more than a romance." Mois smiled. "When I tried to think about what your favorite kinds of movies would be, I imagined horror would be at the top of that list. I didn't think you'd really enjoy or like a romance, or a heartwarming story about a pet."
"Ku, ku, ku." Was all Kululu managed to say in agreement. Figures that Mois would be thinking of me. She's that sort of kind person who always tries to think of what would make others happy over what she wants to do. She was right in a way that he didn't particularly like romances or stories about pets, but he didn't like horror that much either. After all all movies seemed rather generic, cliché, and badly written. He mostly liked to make fun of them or enjoy them for comedy purposes.
Kululu was more of a doer instead of a watcher. Movies seemed like sort of a waste of time.
"You...Are okay with a horror movie, right?" Mois asked, glancing at him a little worriedly.
"Yeah. Of course! As you said before it's way better about a heartwarming story about a pet. I assume I would have to watch you cry the entire time asking me if whatever kid had some dumb pet was going to rejoin up with them. And then I'd be like "of course, this is so predictable." and then you'd be grateful for my advice and it would just be a whole mess of your tears." Kululu hurriedly nodded. "Come on. Let's get this over with—I mean let's do this." Kululu wasn't perhaps the best at looking like he was hanging out with someone like a normal person.
Angol Mois didn't care though. She just perked up and followed him inside the theater.
The theater was darkly lit. Kululu was used to bad lighting thanks to his lab, and being next to Mois in darkness, but sitting right next to her with only an arm rest between them felt a little weird.
It's not that bad. Kululu tried to reason to himself. They weren't that close. It's just like sitting next to each other in work. There's nothing that unusual about being seated next to each other in a movie theater. And we wouldn't have come together if we didn't want to sit together.
The movie started playing and despite it not being pekoponian in production, it was still littered with movie cliches. Narration in the beginning, heavy breathing as someone ran down the hall being chased by a killer. All sorts of things.
It didn't take more than two minutes of bad cliches for Kululu to break. He didn't even care if Mois wanted to get invested in the movie and get immersed in it. He had to say something. "I can't believe that dumb person would be so stupid! A chair would never block a small door and keep a killer out. Why doesn't he just call the police?"
Kululu was in fact a jerk, and being a jerk meant being hyper-critical of movies, ripping apart their every flaw and being overly loud about it and shoving the flaws in other people's faces. Sorry, Mois. I just can't keep silent.
"BLOOD DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY!" Kululu just screamed after someone got slashed apart.
Other aliens seemed to glare at him shouting. They opened their mouths as if to criticize him or tell him to shut up, but then they seemed to recognize him. "Oh no...It's him again. Sometimes that guy leaves video recordings of his voice just spoiling movies...He'll ruin your life if you call him out."
Kululu grinned. He was infamous. Ku, ku, ku. I don't really like movies but I do like ruining movies for others. Coming to this place and ruining other peoples experiences is a good hobby. Breaking up couples on dates and stuff. He laughed loudly.
He then remembered he had actually come with someone to this theater this time. And for once he wasn't the third wheel to another person's gathering. It was just him and the other person.
He glanced worriedly at Mois, not sure if he wanted her to be mad at him too. Disappointed would suck. That would be the worst emotion. But if she was a little angry I might like that. She's rarely angry with me so who knows if I enjoy her anger? He enjoyed other people's anger and them scolding him, but he couldn't pinpoint his emotions on if he'd enjoy it from Mois. Something about the idea felt a little wrong.
Mois however seemed to just be smiling as usual, her hand resting on the armrest and her eyes watching the screen and seemingly glued to it. He assumed she was just immersed in the movie instead of purposefully trying to stare at it so Kululu wouldn't become uncomfortable by her looking at him when they were right next to each other.
That's good. He supposed he could continue being hyper-critical then. "I...I do like the gore though." Kululu tried to offer to Mois, hoping she wouldn't feel like her choice of movie was an absolute failure. "I mean the blood splatters are over the top, but sometimes over the top gore is fun, right?"
"Right!" Mois perkily responded.
Kululu smiled a little to himself. "Umm...Can I-?" He didn't know why he was trying to ask her permission if it was okay to be hyper-critical of something they were watching together.
"I'd love to know the flaws. You're always so intelligent about these sorts of things, Kululu!" Mois seemed to know what he was asking. "I know you could definitely make a better movie."
Kululu felt his heart beat a little and a smile cross his face in pride. He was glad Mois couldn't see it, but he nodded. "Well then, you can clearly tell the editing's really bad because the background furniture is suddenly gone-"
Mois giggled a little and continued watching the movie.
Kululu continued to be overly critical of the horror movie and point out it's many, many flaws, much to the displeasure of many many other viewers. Mois seemed to enjoy it though and Kululu slowly found himself becoming immersed in the movie.
It was odd. In other movies he hadn't used this much of his mental energy to focus on it. Usually he could space out while being hyper-critical of it or do something else, but this movie seemed to require his full attention although it was way worse than all the other movies he had seen.
Is it the company I'm keeping this time? Mois does usually take up a lot of my attention. More attention than Keroro and Tamama took up when he went to a movie with them. And Mois would make such interesting expressions from things happening.
It was almost like he was watching her and the movie. Although being more immersed in the movie had it's downsides too. Like he was noticing much more awkward moments in it.
Most horror movies have that bad sort of sex scene where two people bang and then are immediately killed. Kululu was beginning to suspect that was the next scene coming up, and he was growing quite pale at the thought. He was smart enough to know that this current scene was leading up to that, and he wasn't sure how to take that.
It wasn't that he himself had a problem with watching a bad sex scene in a horror movie that led to immediate death, sometimes they were even funny. It was just that he felt really awkward about the idea of watching such a thing right next to Angol Mois.
Should...Should I cover her eyes or warn her? I don't...I don't think she's figured out where this scene is leading. Kululu was trying to desperately think of a solution to his current problem, desperately avoiding looking at her at whatever cost.
Wait...What if...What if today will be the first time that she's seen that on screen? What if I have to explain it? What if she gets totally confused? He almost wished that the alien actors that were clearly going to go through this were more alien looking and didn't resemble pekoponians in the least bit. If they had some sort of weird reproductive ritual he could have at least played dumb, although he doubted she would have believed him.
Then he remembered the last time the platoon had gotten together to share 'horror' stories. Oh wait...No need to worry. She already knows about this sort of stuff. Kululu breathed a sigh of relief. He only unfortunately knew about this thanks to the fact that she had confused the pronunciation of whore story and 'horror' story and had accidentally happened upon a lot of the former. He still liked to laugh about that.
Didn't make the situation any less awkward, but he decided to just have faith she could handle herself.
Things got worse in the movie. Kululu could take most of it. He could even take the terrible plot. But what he couldn't handle was that it seemed that whenever a jump scare happened, Mois would grab his hand and squeeze it for support.
He could understand why it happened. Jump scares activate people's reflexes...And unfortunately she's got a lot of reflexes. I guess I should be thankful she isn't punching me accidentally. He knew she was prone to more violent reflexes so this case was especially rare, but…
He just couldn't handle it. He knew it was expected for some people to jump at jump scares. That's why they were there. And some people...some couples specifically chose to go to horror movies together so they could cling to each other, but Kululu couldn't handle that.
He couldn't handle Mois touching him. And every hand squeeze she gave him, although she wasn't looking at him, he felt like he'd have an actual heart attack.
His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest from the surprising contact, he was either going to collapse, yelp or scream, but every time it happened and there was just one squeeze, Mois would remove her hand and he'd have to steady himself.
He'd start shaking and try to pretend to be calm again, or focus on the movie again. She's focused on the movie. She doesn't notice that you're acting completely uncomposed and embarrassing. Kululu told himself, unaware that she was in fact trying to be as observant as possible about every one of his actions.
He was glad that nobody else could see him because of the darkness. Everybody else who was watching and was mad at him didn't need to get the wrong impression that he was actually afraid of this bad movie. No, he was afraid of something that made far more sense- a cute girl.
"Kululu, that girl's going to get out of the barn, right? She'll escape the evil starfish that the killer's released?" Angol Mois pretended to be scared as she watched the movie.
"Um...Uhhh don't get your hopes up." Kululu tried to advise hoping he could lessen the surprise of another jump scare.
It's just...Cute. Horror movies aren't supposed to be cute. Why does she have to make it cute by asking me things in her worried little voice? Why is she so cute? Kululu couldn't figure it out. He couldn't keep his focus away from Mois.
Mois glanced at Kululu for a moment. "...Do you want to leave?" He looked a little pale and was very clearly scared. Maybe this is too much for him. Maybe I'm scaring him too much. I thought I'd use a movie to try to over-expose him since he might be able to enjoy something but he doesn't seem to like the movie either. He thinks it's bad. She tried to make things easier for him by offering him an out.
"N-no. I'm fine. I can get through this hang out session. I mean withstand. I mean, I'm not having a problem." Kululu said hurriedly. "I can do this, okay? This is a bad movie and I'm not the least bit scared of it. Just keep watching, I mean obviously you're scared of it, but that's too be expected..."
Mois nodded. "Okay." I guess it might be a bit of a blow to his ego if we ditched out because he was looking a little scared. She decided. She couldn't help but smile a little at how he honestly believed she was scared of the movie.
It was really bad. She agreed with him there. I'm a planet destroyer. A really scary story isn't people dying. It's not getting to destroy a bad planet. She seemed to have a different idea of horror.
Still she watched the movie as Kululu requested.
As expected, another starfish popped out onto the screen as a jump scare. Mois of course grabbed onto Kululu's hand, making a loud squeaking sound and turning away from the screen a little bit frightened.
This time she held onto his hand for a little bit longer than she had previously as she squeezed it.
Kululu didn't seem to notice this time that she had grabbed his hand, instead he was trying to keep being hyper-critical of the movie.
When he did feel her squeezing his hand his thumb absent-mind-idly stroked her fingers as if to ease her mind and worries and try to calm her.
The moment he did the action though, Kululu's eyes widened and he pulled his hand away as if it had bitten by several snakes. W-what...What did I just do? Did...Did I just...Hold her hand? Recuperate? His entire hand was burning and his skin was prickling where he had touched Angol Mois.
He knew he was blushing and just continued to hope Mois couldn't see him. "I...Um...Uhh..I need to go to the bathroom real quick. Bye." Kululu just leapt out of his chair and scurried away so he could try not to hyper-ventilate.
Mois tried to nod to him before he could leave, but he was already gone. He had run as fast as he could away. She pulled her hand closer back to her. I...I guess that was too much for him. She hadn't really expected him to hold her hand back, but she supposed it was just reflexes. Maybe Kululu was scared of the movie or trying to be oddly nice.
She didn't know. She did know two things though. Kululu was extremely scared of her, so scared that touching her hand had sent him into a minor panic attack and he had left not wanting her to see how scared he was, and that her skin was oddly prickling where Kululu had touched it.
She didn't know why. She decided to just continue watching the movie and try to patiently wait for Kululu to come back.
Kululu tried to steady himself by pushing his hand against a wall to balance in the bathroom.
Just need to splash the coldest water on my face. Wake myself up from the fear. His hand was still searing like it was on fire, and the coldest water wouldn't make the burn go away.
His heart was beating quickly. He couldn't stop thinking about touching Mois's hand, holding her hand, stroking her fingers, having her hand in his much smaller one. His hand kept kind of feeling around as if trying to imagine yet again what it was like.
The memory had both been burned into his brain, and seemed to not be enough.
Stop it. Stop thinking about it. Stop being...Like that! "I'm...I-I'm not in love. I'm not in love with her. I'm not in love at all. Mois's a scary and terrifying monster. I'm just afraid...That's why..." The beating in my heart won't stop. My breathing won't steady.
He was afraid. "I'm...I'm not lovesick. I'm physically ill. I'm woozy and light-headed. That's not lovesickness." He tried to reason to himself out-loud. "I'm not Giroro."
Saying it out loud and repeating it over and over again seemed to help. He was physically ill. Maybe he'd vomit or something. He felt light-headed like he'd faint. That wasn't love, that was just lack of oxygen from fear.
Mois took his breath away, quite literally.
His breathing steadied as he accepted this version of his truth. It's not love. I'm afraid. He insisted to himself.
Finally he felt better.
"I'm sorry you missed the last parts of the movie." Mois apologized meeting Kululu outside the viewing room.
Kululu was finally feeling a little better. "It's all right. We didn't have much longer in the movie anyway."
"Yeah, you left in the middle of the climax." Mois agreed. She tried not to glance at Kululu too worriedly though. Was he feeling all right? Had she gone too far?
Kululu walked outside the theater with her. Despite the fact that he had left in the last parts of the movie he couldn't help but enjoy the way he had spent his time anyway. Despite the bumps and hurdles he had enjoyed pulling apart the movie. And...Mois seems to be smiling a lot. She must have had fun too.
A part of Kululu was a little happy that someone had enjoyed spending time with him, just casually. He liked seeing that she had enjoyed herself, although she looked a little worried too oddly enough.
"I...I guess we should head back home, right?"
"...Actually..." Mois paused. She just glanced at Kululu having an oddly guilty look on her face. "I was wondering if we could do something else. Would you like to go to the zoo with me?"
He...He looks so drained of energy because of me. I need to make it up to him by doing something fun with him and not trying to be over-the-top scary. Mois decided. She knew exactly how she could make Kululu have fun.
"The zoo? I suppose I haven't been there since the platoon turned all the animals into pekoponians. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu was a little confused as to why Mois wanted to go but agreed nonetheless.
Mois smiled brightly and picked up her pace, letting him follow her to the zoo.
As soon as they were inside the zoo it became clear what Mois's plan was and why she had wanted to bring Kululu to the zoo.
"That animal's going to go extinct soon. It's all right though because evolutionary they just don't work out, they don't even fly that far even if they're birds and they're pretty stupid." Mois told him.
"That, Mois is a chicken. They're not even closed to endangered." Kululu grinned.
"Well, after me all these animals are going to be gone. It's not just the pekoponian species that I'm wiping out on this planet. It's all the lifeforms. Plants, animals, sea life, everything. And as such I try to be well versed on different soon to be extinct biology." Mois pulled him along. "See? This creature is designed even worse. Whatever evolutionary mechanism that came up with it was just drunk."
"Ku, ku, ku!" Kululu was laughing and chuckling. He liked seeing Angol Mois like this.
I get it. He realized, as she continued to go around the zoo criticizing all animals in sight. I was so hyper-critical during that movie that she realized I liked that sort of stuff. To try to share common interests she's sharing her own form of hyper-criticism with me. It doesn't have anything to do with literature though, it has to do with evolution and creatures.
He couldn't help but happily follow her, laugh at her snide comments about various animals and how they were all destined to die by her hand, and just listen to her.
He knew a lot of facts, he had done a lot of research on Pekopon, but he found that she had some critique that even he didn't know or hadn't thought about. It was smart, and the sort of intelligent dialogue he liked to have.
But he found that he wasn't really talking at all or offering up any conversation or information, he was instead lost in her words and found himself dreamily watching her smile and just enjoying listening to her.
He was just watching her. He was just listening to her. He was enjoying more than anything listening about her non-Uncle related passions. It was fun, more fun than any movie or listening to his own analysis on inventions or quantum physics.
He felt his stomach do little flips watching her, and her smiles being so contagious that they spread to him. And that contagiousness made him even more afraid of her.
She's changing me even more. I'm...I'm just puzzled and standing here lost in whatever she's saying and...staring at her...He was kind of dreamily staring at her too, but he didn't want to admit that in the least bit.
"...What's your favorite pekoponian animal, Kululu? Would you prefer I talk about that one?" Mois was noticing that Kululu was very silent.
She brushed some hair out of her eyes. "...M-maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Are..Are you having fun?" She asked worriedly.
Kululu tried to open his mouth to say something calm like 'It's fine' or 'sure', but all he could do was weakly nod. "You were telling me the problems with penguins. Stick it to those little jerks."
"Oh well-"
Kululu just listened finding himself more and more lost in her and even more frightened. He hadn't known that his fear could get worse, but now he knew.
He was so afraid.
Once they had finally gotten back to the base, Mois let herself try to figure out what had gone wrong during their hang out session. She knew that at the zoo Kululu had seemed fine, although a little spacey, but during the movie theater he had clearly freaked out.
How can he be fine during one moment and then immediately set off by something else? It doesn't seem to be fully me because he seems to like talking to me and he willingly spent time with me, so he doesn't hate me...He's just afraid of certain things I do. She had tried not to stare at him though, but clearly even other little things bothered him.
Remembering the feeling of his hand against hers it was easy to tell what that little action was. Kululu oddly enough was afraid of hand holding.
And I thought being afraid of me staring at him was unusual enough. Does he think my hand's going to make him innocent? Hand-holding was a rather innocent gesture and she guessed she could understand why it might frighten him, but there was no reason for him to be incredibly worried about it happening.
They didn't hold hands. Mois might have stared at Kululu a little since there was no way he could control the air and stop her from doing that, but holding hands was something that Mois had never done with Kululu before.
She wasn't sure why he was so frightened of it. Maybe a little weirded out would make since, but there was no reason to be frightened of it. It was just odd. Touching someone's hand didn't hurt anyone.
I need to convince him of this. That touching my hand won't kill him. That was obviously part of Kululu's fear and thus she needed to cure it.
She had the perfect plan to, to get Kululu to hold her hand and realize it wasn't so bad.
She walked up to Kululu while he was working on more furniture he was repairing. He was working on the larger stuff instead of wall panels. At the moment he was screwing his chair together.
"Do you want to take a break?" Mois asked.
"I already did. I took a break for the whole day hanging out with you." Kululu reminded. "And I'd like to finish work as soon as possible so I can move back into my room."
Mois nodded, that did make sense. She did feel bad for distracting him, but she felt she needed to start the over-exposure in a place that he could leave if he wanted, instead of him feeling trapped in her room.
"Y-you're...You're looking at me. What do you want?" Kululu asked.
"Let's arm wrestle." She perked up and offered.
Kululu looked at her oddly and very confused. "Why? You'd obviously win. My arms are much shorter than yours and smaller. Our proportions aren't the same at all."
That doesn't mean anything. Tamama and Giroro could beat me at an arm wrestling competition. Mois was sure of this. "W-well..I was wondering if you could show me some tricks on how to beat an opponent with just mental tricks. You're a master manipulator, right? Wouldn't you beat me anyway despite the disadvantage?"
Stroking Kululu's ego seemed to convince him that he could do this obviously impossible task despite how he was incredibly weak.
"Ku. You're right. I've beaten Giroro at an arm wrestling competition. I could obviously beat you." Kululu claimed.
"Well...Maybe you're right. I shouldn't have asked for some mental tricks. I mean...I am quite larger than you...It's not very fair." Mois pointed out, pretending to go back on her idea.
"NO! I can beat you!" Kululu insisted, very easily falling into her trap because he couldn't bare to lose.
He quickly got up on his newly repaired chair and rolled it towards a table. He stuck his hand out.
Mois tried not to smile. Arm wrestling isn't really holding hands. But...It's kind of a step to it, right? And he willingly just agreed to it. She placed her hand in front of Kululu's.
"Please don't use that one trick you used on Giroro where you slathered saliva all over your hand." Mois pleaded.
"...I wasn't even considering it." Kululu lied. He latched their hands together. "Now...Let me prove to you that intellect and mental tricks are way more powerful than just physical strength. Ku, ku, ku."
Good luck with that. I'm more than four times your size and you could say, the bigger they are the harder they don't fall? He wasn't going to win this at all.
Kululu's first mental trick that he hadn't thought through at all was to try to maintain direct creepy eye contact. He quickly abandoned this plan when he realize that it was eye contact with Mois.
"H-hey...Isn't being this close a little bothersome for you? Aren't you a little worried about Keroro or someone walking in?" Kululu asked, very quickly realizing the flaws in his many boasts.
He could easily make someone else uncomfortable or make them question their very reality by just talking and being creepy, but Mois made him lose his thoughts, being close to Mois frightened him to no end and the only unnerved one was him.
"No, I'm not worried. I like being this close." Mois replied. "Oh! So pretending to be super close helps you win arm wrestling? Got it." She played along, listening to Kululu's advice.
Kululu sweated and decided to just focus on Mois's hand in front of him and trying to move it. Maybe...Maybe he could use force to get it down instead of manipulation. He couldn't help feeling uncomfortable himself from being so close. My techniques are all going to back-fire on me. I need to win this through different means.
He at first pretended that she was winning, trying to make his arm limper so she could push on it. Since Mois wasn't trying to win and just keep their hands up nothing really happened. He tried to move his hand a little bit to be a little more uncomfortable on her hand.
Then he tried to just use actual strength and force to push her hand down, realizing his techniques weren't working. But she didn't even notice.
She just kept smiling and looking at their joined hands. I wonder what he's thinking about. He hasn't been trying anything. Is he frozen in fear? She hoped he wasn't.
She was unaware that Kululu was trying to use all his strength against her and making no progress whatsoever.
"How much does your arm weigh again?" Kululu finally asked. "I know you angolians normally weigh two tons on Pekoponian's gravity. It's hard for you to readjust based on this planet, but...You can adjust your personal gravity and weight based on the circumstances, right? Can't you make yourself lighter? Ku?" Kululu asked desperately.
"I did. I'm maintaining my focus incredibly to make my arm as light as a keronian's arm." Mois replied. "I don't want this to be unfair after all."
Kululu was silent. Am I that weak? The answer might have been yes.
She kept on smiling and looking at their hands as Kululu continued to try to pull. She eventually felt him pulling a bit and almost gave in to let him push her arm down, but decided she wanted to hold hands a little while longer.
This is actually a little fun. Kululu decided, finally managing to bring Mois's arm down a little although it sprung back up. It's like a mental challenge, a puzzle. I've got to figure out where her balance is, her strengths and then use all of my force against that. She doesn't seem to be trying to win too hard, she's just keeping her arm up, so I've got to win before she becomes bored. He became very focused on his task and trying to figure out the mental puzzle.
Eventually though, Kululu glanced at Mois's smiling face. He couldn't figure out why she looked so happy and was smiling. His eyes traced down to their joined hands which seemed to be her attention.
He tightened his fingers around hers a little bit as if testing something.
She brought her other hand up to cover her mouth and her smile. She squeaked a bit in surprise.
She's...She's connected to her hand. Kululu seemed to remember. She...She can feel my hand. He froze, his body growing hot. He looked back at their hands, his hand and her's perfectly joined.
We're...We're holding hands. He realized with utter horror. He glanced at her again, as if trying to figure out if she knew this. It didn't take him more than a second to realize that was what Mois wanted-to hold hands.
For some reason that made the situation even worse, and that made him more embarrassed, that she wanted to hold his hand. He felt like his temperature went through the roof, and a million different terrifying emotions, like the desire to lie his head against the cold table and just die right there, or to continue keeping their hands entwined or to look for a heart transplant because his heart felt like it was going to explode into a million pieces, or to scream.
He chose screaming. "AHHHHHHH!" He pulled his burning hand away from her's quickly.
"Kululu? We didn't finish-"
"Y-you...You wanted to hold hands! You asked to arm wrestle to trick me!" Kululu accused.
Mois was taken aback at his accusation. "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry." She apologized. "I just wanted you to feel better about it-" She wanted to be truthful, honest.
Kululu wasn't hearing anything else she had to say. Just her confirming that her evil plot had in fact been to hold his hand was enough. That's pure evil. Holding someone's hand! I held Mois's hand! "The purity's burning my skin away! Augh! It hurts so much! I've got to clean the wounds with curry." He left, complaining about the purity the entire way.
It made Mois frown in disappointment. I'm...I'm sorry that he's hurt and figured it out. But I guess I'm glad too? It's a good thing he realized we were holding hands so he knows it's not in fact that scary? Although he certainly seems scared of it right now...She didn't understand. He managed to withstand it for a while though! It's too bad it was cut short. Now...Now I at least know it's not touching me. The fear's triggered by realizing that we're touching.
It didn't make much sense to Mois. But nothing about Kululu usually did.
Mois knew Kululu had had a very eventful day, but part of her wanted to make her Uncle proud. All of the platoon believes in me, they want the best for Kululu too. For him to get better. They're wishing me happiness in helping him.
She wanted so desperately to help him, and the only ideas she had was this over-exposure idea that they had all given her. She knew that perhaps she shouldn't try too much out at one time and should go slower, but she was impatient.
It was that night when Kululu was trying to figure out how he could rest in Mois's room. He was just sitting there on the floor with a sleeping bag that Mois decided to act.
I should just full frighten him. You could say, the whole deal? She needed full over-exposure. "Are you comfortable like that, Kululu?"
"I'm fine. You don't need to lend me a pillow or anything. I want this to remain as much as possible away from a fun slumber party. Ku, ku, ku." Kululu said bluntly.
"I don't understand why we can't have fun." Mois pouted. She continued looking at the floor. "Hey, Kululu?" She asked, falling backwards onto the bed.
"Yeah?" Kululu asked.
"Do you want to share my bed with me? It would be more comfortable than the floor." She offered. She knew the offer might scare Kululu, it was a little intense, but she still wanted to give it to him. There's nothing that scary about being kind. And sure...I might be trying to frighten him, but I do want him to be comfortable.
Kululu looked at her incredulously for a moment. He stood up for a second as if to look at her better. He rubbed his headphones as if trying to make them louder.
I definitely didn't hear her right. Kululu decided. I must have just imagined whatever...I thought I heard. Yeah, that's the only explanation. He tried to not continue staring at Mois's body, focusing on how cute she looked in her pajamas and laid out on her bed. Crap, she's really cute. The terrifying cuteness must be giving me strange delusions.
He sat down again, hoping she hadn't seen him acting weird.
"Well? You must know how comfortable my bed is." Mois pointed out.
"No I don't. I've never even imagined being in it." Kululu denied.
Mois frowned. "I meant that you had designed it. So of course you know it's soft and fluffy!" She perked up. "Why wouldn't you ever imagine being in such a nice bed?"
Kululu was silent. "Uhhhh..." It was so hard to understand what Mois was saying and not misinterpret her. "I'm sorry...I uhh have no idea what you're talking about. I lost you."
"I want to know if you want to share my bed with me so you can get some good rest? Will you sleep with me, please?" Mois asked. "You could say, full exposure to me?" She clamped her hands over her mouth. Oh no! He's going to figure out my plan to get him exposed to me.
Kululu unfortunately had no idea what she was talking about. He had only heard exactly what he wanted to hear, or didn't want to hear. He only looked at her for a moment before his head dropped to the ground and he fainted, unable to take what he interpreted as a proposition.
Wow. I guess he was really sleepy. Mois was unaware he had fainted. She peered over her bed at him. Sleep well, Kululu. In hindsight she was a little glad he hadn't taken her up on her offer. Bed sharing did seem like a little much for Kululu.
If she had decided to try harder and cuddle him, or even accidentally cuddled him because he was plushy size he would have died on the spot. She was certain he would have needed paramedic help and would have been rushed off to the hospital.
His condition was that extreme and so she was glad he was comfortable enough on the floor that he fell asleep right there.
"Good night." She told him, wishing him the best.
Kululu had a rather dreamless night since he had mostly passed out. When he awoke though in the morning, Mois was gone, probably spending time with Keroro.
He was thankful that she was gone. That way he didn't have to talk to her and ask if she was serious last night or if he had just imagined the whole conversation. I must have imagined it. No, I definitely imagined it. The only reason Mois would say anything like that would be if she meant actual sleeping—oh...that makes sense for Mois. She was going to kill him someday, with all her common phrase mix ups.
His phone was buzzing. He looked at it to see a text message from Mois unaware that it was the next part of her plan.
Good morning, Kululu! I hope you slept well. It was nice to wake up and see you. It's surprising that I woke up first, isn't it?
Anyway, you were sleeping really cute so I didn't want to bother you. I hope you have a wonderful day.
The message had a bunch of emoticon hearts at the end.
Kululu's insides died from the cuteness. A good morning text message from Mois was just too much for him.
"That's it. I'm working my butt off. No being a jerk, no anything else until that lab is fixed enough for me to sleep there. I'm not staying one more night in this room." He decided. He got up and ran off as fast as he could to fix his lab.
He could not survive another moment with Mois's affection. It was just too cute and it destroyed him.
Working as much as he could and taking no breaks he managed to get his lab presentable in a day's time, working for a complete 24 hours.
When he was done Kululu wrongfully thought he was free. "I'm home. And I'm safe." He collapsed into his futon happy to be away from frightening cute girls.
He was unaware that one could not run from their feelings.
Notes about this chapter: Giroro and Kululu shared Giroro's tent in the beginning of the fifth movie I believe? It was one of those movies.
In the manga the keronians and pekoponians had a horror story marathon where they all told spooky stories to each other because Fuyuki was into the occult. Unfortunately Angol Mois's story was very nsfw because she had become confused by the syllables "Whore story" and "Horror story" Keroro than consoled her and told her she wasn't the first alien who had made this mistake and she became flustered because as she said "But I've seen loads of stories like that!"
R.I.P. Syllable problems. R.I.P. Angol Mois.
Please review. I'm sorry I tried to follow my sister's advice to make the world more developed and explain things more, but it turns out I'm not smart enough about tech or evolution to put those details in. I tried but I fell flat.
