First day of school was insane. Mind-blow, all the way.

Just putting that out there. You know, just saying.

And thank you, you awesome readers, for always making my day! I hope you have a fabulous one as well, as I'm rather fond of this one (if I may say so myself)…

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100 Themed Drabbles

Ala Verity

53. Giddy (Word Count: 446)

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Technically speaking, Mamoru was not on any type of pharmaceutical whatsoever, even though it might have been said that he was high—high off love, that is.

"She kissed me," he moaned to his friend, burying his face in his arms and wriggling a little bit in his seat like a bad drunk. "Oh my god, she kissed me!"

This act was far from new in Motoki's book, considering how Mamoru had been saying the same thing over and over for the past three hours. However, just when he suspected that his friend had run out of ways to act—well, giddy was the only word for it, the dark-haired man found new ways to surprise him.

He drummed his fingers on the countertop.

He hummed a tune that sounded suspiciously like Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On."

He sighed.

He smiled dreamily at customers he did not know and was either hit on as a result (to Mamoru's indignation and Motoki's eternal amusement) or had his head stuffed into a trash can.

He stroked random objects, including the salt shakers.

He giggled.

Once in a while, he would look up as if he had only just realized that Motoki was standing there and say in a hoarse voice filled with wonder, "She picked me, Motoki. Can you believe it? Me!"

And the arcade manager would half-listen as he filled coffee cups for the morning rush and reply, "Mhm."

"She kissed me and said, 'I'm so lucky,'" the young man sighed, casting a dreamy far-off look that earned him a dirty glare from a couple sitting in the corner booth.

It was times like these, as he put on the lid and strove to ignore his dazed friend, that Motoki did not know quite whether to feel exasperated or impressed.

"Oh my god." Mamoru pushed off the counter and spun around on his red stool, kicking his feet in the air, a blissful smile on his face. "Oh my god."

It was the fact that the same thing had happened every morning for the past four years since Mamoru and Usagi had gotten married that left Motoki exasperated.

"Oh my god!"

It was, however, the fact that the same thing had happened every morning for the past four years since Mamoru and Usagi had gotten married that also left Motoki quite undeniably and grudgingly impressed.

"I love her!" Mamoru suddenly shouted, grabbing the jacket of a passing high school student and shaking him with such a manic grin that the poor boy ran for cover.

Motoki simply shook his head and turned away, half-smiling.

Four years and Mamoru was still giddy.

Now that was love.

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