Disc: Don't own Black Cat, Kyoko, Charden, or Comfortably Numb, by Pink Floyd.
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You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till I'm sane
"Charden-chan, Kyoko's gonna go crazy if you don't stop making salads!"
She closed her eyes and mimed throwing up behind his back. Charden chuckled, spearing a menacing-looking piece of lettuce with his fork.
They sat in the hotel room, across the table from each other. Kyoko had insisted on taking her meals with his, she said eating alone was silly when you had someone next door doing the same thing.
"Well, Kyoko-san, if you feel that way about my cooking, then maybe you should fix the meals around here. By all means, I have no objections, at least, under the condition that you don't burn it,"
Kyoko pouted indignantly, as the male continued,"And you're prepared to take care of me once I'm terribly obese from eating the piles of snack food we'll undoubtably have to resort to,"
She "hmph'ed" and stuck her hands on her hips. A second later, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.
Trying to get back at him, she muttered, "It's not polite to wear hats at the dinner table," looking sideways at the oversized cap, halfheartedly poking at a crouton.
"Forgive me,"intoned Charden, and removed the offending article, "but isn't it also bad manners to insult the cook?"
"What was cooked, then, Chef-san?"
"Your goose will be if you continue."
"I don't see any geese around here, all I see is Charden-chan getting angry at poor Kyoko-chan for wanting more than fiber in her diet,"she said, leaning the chair back on two legs.
"And all I can see is that Kyoko-san will regret this," he grinned, and pushed the chair back a tiny bit.
Kyoko plummeted to the ground, landing on her back with great force. She screamed, then started crying, balling up on her side.
"Kyoko-san? Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he knelt by her curled form.
She giggled and grabbed him, planting a kiss in the middle of his forehead.
"Nope, but I do believe I got you back."