"YUKIIIII!"
Your loud voice reverberates off the walls. I sigh and rub my temples. i The Brat's home, /i I think.
"YUKIIII! Where are yooooou?"
I close my eyes and groan as you fly into the room (looking more like a fuzzy pink cannonball than a pop star), leap at least two meters, and land on my lap. Perfect landing, as always. I glare at you. "Damn brat," I mutter instead of greeting you as I would be expected to, with a kiss and a "How was your day?". You giggle.
"Hi, Yuki!
"Feh." You giggle again.
It's a little annoying how you know what I'm saying when I don't say it.
"How was your day?" you ask.
"Good until you came home."
"Hey! Don't be so mean!" But you know what I mean. I know that you know that my day was brightened the minute you came in that door.
Even Kitazawa Yuki wasn't able to translate my words the way you are. Sometimes I wonder if you're psychic; because I know there's more to you than meets the eye.
I'm shaken out of my thoughts by a kiss from you. I still can't help but be a little embarassed at how my heartbeat quickens every time you do that. How did you manage to straddle me without my noticing?
Oh well. It doesn't look like we're getting much sleep tonight.
"I missed you," you whisper.
"Hmph."
Maybe one of these days I'll be able to tell you how much I missed you, too.
