Disclaimer: I own not anything which taketh up abode in this chapter.
Hyde A/N: This new nuisance promises to be fun. Ais, if you can remember the other line besides the magnolia line, tell me okay? Oh, before I forget…
Crazy Tomboy: I know EXACTLY what you mean about Pretty Pretty Princess. Somewhere upstairs in the depths of a closet a copy of it resides. I have played it before. As I recall, it is quite pink. And purple. And blue. And full of frighteningly cute plastic jewelry. You poor thing.
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Sakaki leaned back in his chair and popped a cheeto into his mouth.
"I hash a dsheam lash nisht," he said, with his mouth full.
"Oh, you did…" Michael replied without interest.
"What did he say?" Doujima asked him. She could not decipher anything Sakaki said with his mouth full. Michael was fluent, having had more practice.
"He said he had a dream last night."
"Oh."
Sakaki gulped down his mouthful of cheetos hurriedly and said, "But it was a really weird one."
"Uh-huh." Michael said.
"No, really, there was this oatmeal everywhere and then it turned into waffle fries."
"Waffle fries? I love waffle fries," said Michael.
"Oatmeal…" murmured Doujima thoughtfully.
"I just don't know what it means," said Sakaki.
"I don't suppose you have any waffle fries on you, Doujima?"
"No, Michael. I'm not in the habit of carrying greasy food around in my purse." She whacked him over the head, and left.
"She must, however, be in the habit of carrying bricks in her purse," Sakaki commented when she was gone.
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Michael was appeasing his sudden craving for waffle fries at lunch that day when he saw Amon. He was just going to go up and say hi when Amon was approached by a girl wearing much denim and having blue hair. Intrigued, Michael ducked behind a nearby tree and watched.
"How PLEASANT is the breeze this morning," she said. Amon startled, whirled around and instinctively placed an orbo gun to her head. (Then he remembered that orbo guns weren't allowed in public, so he put it away.)
"I saw DUCKS upon the pond this morning," she continued, acting like she was waiting for an answer.
"I don't know who you are," said Amon, "but you'd better leave me ALONE." He flashed his orbo gun in a sinister manner.
Her face lit up. "Oh dear, it's THREE O'CLOCK," she said. "I must be GOING." She smiled at Amon as though she has just told him some joyous secret. Michael looked at his watch. It wasn't three o'clock. It was only twelve fifteen.
She walked away. Amon looked about suspiciously as though afraid that a new girl wearing nothing but wool and having pink hair would suddenly pounce upon him. He left the area furtively.
Michael emerged from the tree and ate his waffle fries thoughtfully on his way back to the STN-J.
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Robin stared soulfully out the window of Amon's car. She tried not to think about Touko. She wished she could block last night out of her memory permanently. There had been a slight incident involving cookies and the coffeemaker. Robin had spent a great deal of last night scrubbing the floor. She did not want to think about it.
To distract herself, she turned and looked at Amon. Amazing how easily Touko fled from her mind, when she contemplated Amon. Then, she remembered that Amon and Touko had a relationship, rendering her effort null. She turned back to the window.
His rolled-down window let in a breeze that ruffled Amon's hair in a macho way. When Robin turned her head his way again, she got the full effect of a perfect profile of Amon with his hair blowing in a macho way. Her heart stopped without consulting her. Her breath jerked in without her conscious consent. She was about to jerk her head away from the breathtaking sight when she saw a strange sight out Amon's window. A girl. With blue hair.
Amon noticed her too. Unfortunately, they were stopped at a red light and he could not merely accelerate away from her.
"Hi," she said. "Is it THREE O'CLOCK yet?"
"Uh, Amon," Robin said softly.
"Could you tell me where the nearest STOP SIGN is?"
Just then, the light turned green. The Macho Black Audi broke a world record for 0 to 60 miles per hour in the shortest amount of time.
"Who was that, Amon?" Robin said. She looked slightly confused.
"I don't know," said Amon darkly. "I don't know her."
"She seemed to know you," Robin ventured softly.
"Maybe she thinks she does," said Amon shortly, and glared a Sullen Glare Calculated To Stop All Uncomfortable Conversations And Melt The Windshields Of Macho Black Audis In The Process. Robin accordingly fell silent.
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"Do you suppose the government would let us spend their money on waffle fries?" Michael asked the general populace.
"What?" said Karasuma, looking up from a file.
"I wonder if the government has a credit card number," Michael said.
"Why ever would you want to know that?"
"Waffle fries," Michael explained.
"You sound like Sakaki. Always talking about food."
"Huh?" said Sakaki, breaking away from a very pleasant daydream at the sound of his name.
"Nothing," said Karasuma, and fixed him and his ever-present cheetos with a disapproving glare.
Just then, Doujima stormed in. "I hate men!" she yelled vehemently.
"Why?" Sakaki asked. (not the smartest thing to do)
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?" Doujima bellowed into his face.
"N-not really," said Sakaki.
"I'll tell you why…THEY STINK!" Doujima and Sakaki were now nose to nose, unfortunately for Sakaki. He could smell her breath. It smelled like martini.
"Your breath smells like a martini," he said.
"AGH!" Doujima yelled. Sakaki flinched, blanched, and looked as penitent as possible. "Why oh why didn't I take that job at the salon doing manicures?" she sighed. "I'm going to the ladies room," she announced, and huffed off.
Karasuma shook her head. "Men," she said.
"What?" said Sakaki.
"Hey Sakaki," said Michael.
"Huh?"
"Keep your mouth shut."
"Okay." Sakaki stuffed his mouth with cheetos.
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Hyde A/N: Well, another day, another chapter. Unfortunately, the computer is being particularly uncooperative today (as if it is ever cooperative in the first place.) Arg. I long for the days when the computer would actually work on a daily basis, and not just whenever it's in the mood.
May large persons with XXXXXXL orbo guns hold all the world's computers at gunpoint until they agree to cooperate with mankind,
Hyde
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Ais!note--- My apologies for the long (times 90) wait. Hyde's computer and Internet are perpetually uncooperative so I, as you might know, post all her stuff for her. My laptop Luisne, however, had a nervous breakdown and was in the hospital for a week and a half. It took much repressed-trauma therapy to recover her memories. (In other words, for those not yet fluent in Aisish,it crashed)I'm just now getting my files reorganized. Hope to have a new fic chapter of mine up sometime soon!
Thanks for your patience!
--Aisling Niamh