A/N: So yeah, here you go ;3 Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Rosetta Stone O_O
Accent
"Oh, my God! He's so dreamy!"
"He's so hot!"
"He's very intelligent!"
"And damn sexy!"
Mamoru ran his hand through his hair and sipped his coffee. He looked at the girls in the booth next to his and was utterly confused. He kept hearing Minako, Makoto, Rei, and even Ami drool over the star of the movie. But he did not hear that Odango Atama at all. And she usually drooled over guys like that.
Finally, as if on cue, he heard the Odango speak. "I love his British accent! I'd so kill for a guy with that kind of accent!"
The dark haired man slipped out of the booth, left the empty cup, and waved at Motoki. "Motoki-san, I have to go. I forgot I have to uhm, study."
"Oh, alright, see you later then!"
He took one glance at Usagi and he swore under his parents' graves that he saw her take a glance at him, too.
...The Next Day...
"Oi, Mamoru-san!" Motoki greeted his best friend as he approached the booth. He slid into the booth next to his friend and stared at Darien's laptop. "Rosetta Stone?"
The dark haired man put on his headphones and looked at his friend. "Yes, I'm learning English. You know, the British kind."
"Ah. Why?"
"Uh, extra credit?"
Motoki slapped Mamoru's back and left the booth. "I'll leave you to it, then. Good luck!"
The dark haired man then paid attention to his laptop. "Now she's going to kill for me, ha!" he whispered to himself with a smirk.
