Theme #69 Pen Pals
The Odango and her new friend – the blonde with the bow – were giggling over something in one of the back booths. It was distracting. It was silly. It was driving. Him. Insane. Mamoru slammed his textbook shut. He wouldn't get any studying done at this rate.
"What's so funny over here that you're keeping me from my homework, Odango?" he demanded as he stalked up to their table.
Usagi took one look at him and laughed so hard she nearly fell out of the booth. Mamoru, feeling slightly harassed, grudgingly pushed her back on it before she fell on the floor. Typically, the ungrateful Odango didn't notice.
"Well baka," Usagi said between giggles, "you see, when Minako-chan here took out her pen, we saw... we saw..." She clamped her hands over her mouth to stop more laughter from coming out.
"Saw what?" he asked suspiciously, already dreading the answer.
"That our pens were exactly the same!"
"So?"
"So, they're pals!"
"Pen-Pals!" the other blonde chirped excitedly.
Mamoru just stared. Nothing could be that ... that ludicrous, could it? Not even for those fluff-brains.
"Get it?" Usagi prompted. "Pen pals?" The Odango looked at her friend and they both burst out in a fresh set of giggles.
He'd had to ask. He'd just had to ask. Why was that again? Did all that sugar she consume finally rot the Odango's brain, and more importantly, was what she had contagious?
