Every Now and Again
100 Drabbles
#21: Mischief
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It was a snowy day before Christmas Eve and all around the town was holiday cheer. The arcade was filled with children who had been let out of school for the break and parents nervously watching them fill up on sugar. There were last minute holiday shopping bags piled high in the booths and ornaments hanging from the windows.
Mamoru was sitting at the counter in his usual stool which now sported a single red ribbon running the length of the silver pole. Despite the festive cheer of the store he sat there milling over his black coffee watching her warily out the corner of his eye.
He knew she still had it out for him, and that evil gleam in her eyes foretold of nothing good. She was talking with her friends quietly, too quietly. And every now and again she would pull something discretely out of a bag and show it only to their privy eyes. He was sure they were talking about him because he would have to be completely oblivious not to notice the way some of them would turn around in the booth every so often to check on him. There was giggling, pointing, sniggering and whispering; none of which were a good thing coming from a booth of girls especially if Usagi was involved. Something was going on and it wasn't something good.
Motoki rolled his eyes and chuckled at Mamoru's worried expression and the constant darting of his eyes. Pouring the poor man a cup of coffee Motoki lent against his side of the counter. "Usagi got you on edge I see?"
Mamoru glared at his friend. "She has not. It's just…so unlike her to be that quiet. It's creepy!"
"She's just talking to her friends Mamoru."
"Yes but quietly and they're pointing at me! There's something up her sleeve I can feel it."
"You're overly paranoid I'm sure there's nothing going on."
At that moment Mamoru watched a something white fell into his cup of coffee. A split second later a whole load of it was dumped on his head. Spinning around he saw Usagi send a blowing kiss and the last of the fake snow in his direction: her coat on ready to leave.
"Just a little holiday mischief for you! Instalment one!" And with a grin she skipped out of the arcade to rejoin her friends.
Mamoru, shocked, turned back around to find a hysterical Motoki and a cup of inconsumable coffee. "Nothing going on then is there?"
Laughing like a lunatic Motoki tried to speak "you look like an old man!" Gasping for air he left Mamoru to convert his newly white hair back to the normal black. 'Did she say instalment one?' He paled.