Good afternoon! To cure the 'being-at-home-sick' boredom, I give you the sixth chappie!
F-Dawg: Stop...coughing...on...me...
C-Hizzowl: Loser...
Rice: Eh heh heh...CreamandMonkeys dosen't own Tokyo Mew Mew.
C&M: The diclaimers are C-Hizzowl's and F-Dawgs job(s), you know...
Rice: Yes, but they're too busy being...
C&M: Immature?
Rice: Yes, that, to do it and we have to get this show on the road.
C&M: 'Tis true!
"Where does the woman get all this stuff?"
Rice threw the red silk top hat on top of one of the piles of her aunt's junk and looked around at all the accumulated clutter around her aunt's bedroom. All she'd wanted was to find some bed sheets and an extra pillow. They would be impossible to find under the various articles of clothing (costumes included), 80's American workout video tapes, and fashion magazines.
And finding bedding was the least of her problems. The minuscule 'guest room' of the apartment barely had room for the two single beds and floor lamp it already contained. She had figured out the simple answer of how she could make the three's sleeping arrangement work. The youngest one, Tart, could share a bed with one of the elder aliens. She told them this, and left them to decide who he was to share with while she went to find bed sheets. She was waist deep in Tama's junk when she realized that this had been a mistake, and that she'd have to break up a fight when she returned.
"Rice? I've got a meeting today, prob'ly won't be back 'till midnight. Will you be okay hon?"
Rice turned to face her aunt standing in the doorway.
"Do you have any bedding?"
Tama raised an eyebrow, "Please, dearest, they're under the bed, of course."
"Obviously," Rice waded through the abyss of stuff to the bed, "See you..."
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"Face the facts, Kisshu. You lost."
Kish squinched up his face, "But Taruto's feet are freezing! I don't want him kicking me all night!"
"Hey! I'm not that bad! Don't be mean, you two!" Tart folded his arms and stuck out his lower lip.
After for rounds of "Push-the-other-player-over (while-administering-a-few-bruises-for-fun)" to decide who was stuck with Tart, Kish, whom Pai had thrown into the floor lamp, the bed on the right, the window, and Tart, was undoubtedly the loser or in this case, the winner (of Tart, that is). Pai kicked his trash all four times.
But Kish, being a sore loser, was not giving up without another fight.
"Let's have a tie breaker."
"Kisshu, there was no tie. I beat you."
"Yeah, and I have the red bellybutton to prove it!" Tart whined, referring to having Kish slammed into him.
Kish balled his hands into fists, "Fine."
"Okay you three, I found what I was looking for. Did you decide- What did you do to each other?!"
The red spot on Tart's stomach was beginning to turn purple, while Kish and Pai had the many bruises they'd given each other (although Pai's weren't as numerous as Kish's).
They looked at her like she was an idiot (again).
"We were deciding who got stuck with Taruto."
Merry Holidays. I hope you enjoyed! (coughcoughcough)
F-Dawg: Ughhh...Sick!
Exactly.
-CreamandMonkeys, Nya!