Urm so I'm actually on holiday in France right now, so with all the rushing places here plus my re-watching Inuyasha I've been very busy~~. This is a short interlude for the few people who actually read this to show that I'm still alive while I continue Ward 17, TATMWITC and Thinner.
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THREE :: Mikan
Lunchtime, lunchtime, here comes lunchtime~! Chocolate milkshake and apple punch time~! Onigiri, sushi, crab and pie~! Everything you need to have a good time~!
The song is punctuated with a cheerful laugh, and Koko shoots a deadpan look at the girl in front of him as they wait impatiently in the lunch queue. Is that really all she thinks about?
As she's served the one-star lunch (which contains almost none of the things mentioned in her rhyme), she hums along happily to the words in her head.
Crab, crab, crab again~. Hotaru's so strange~! Why can't she eat nice fruits and sweets like everyone else~?
Mikan-chan, Koko thinks wearily as the lady dishes out the identical meal to him, that doesn't even rhyme.
"Hotaruuuuu~!" the brunette in question beams as she trots after her best friend. "What are you having for lunch today?"
"Crab."
Mikan pouts. "You always have crab, Hotaru." It's so boring! Eat something more interesting!
"That's because I like crab."
The two girls slide into adjacent seats, and Koko sneakily claims a seat opposite.
Hotaru has two portions of salmon! Maybe if I'm nice she'll let me have one... I love salmon~!
"Hotaruuu~..." Mikan starts, her voice sickeningly sweet.
Hotaru moves her plate away from the gleaming brown eyes. "No."
"You're so mean, Hotaru!" But I love you still.
A manicured nail points meaningfully in the direction of Mikan's full plate. "Eat your own food. If you want my food, then work hard and become a three-star."
But Jin-Jin hates me, Hotaru! How can I ever possibly become a three-star like you? You're way out of my league...! Clever and pretty and smart and witty~... "So amazing," Mikan sighs quietly, earning herself a few odd looks at the unrelated comment.
Koko chuckles to himself. Food, Imai, food, Imai. Doesn't she think of anything else?
There is a sudden blood-curdling scream from the auburn-haired girl as she begins to cry sparkling blue tears of horror.
"Mikan-chan?!"
"Are you okay?"
"You look quite pale...!"
Noooo! I forgot to do the Math homework!
She continues to sob loudly, ignoring the worried inquiries from her surrounding friends. Koko sighs, turning his attention back to his miso soup.
With a devastated expression resembling that of a star-crossed lover, she thinks dramatically, wiping at her eyes:
Now I'll never be a three-star like Hotaru...
