1. d. Homework
Usagi wiped a bead of sweat from her brow, but her face remained taught in concentration. She whipped her body around, releasing the disc as she narrowed her gaze at the desired point of contact. The frisbee flew through the air, and to Usagi's glee, straight at its target. A growl and an instant later, however, Usagi realized she had mistaken a hedge for a certain ugly jacket. It didn't make much difference, though. She had released too late, so the frisbee had flown too high, and instead of hitting her target in the back, it had hit him on the head. She groaned.
"Oi! Odango, how many times to I have to tell you that I am not a trash can?"
Usagi rolled her eyes and grumbled.
"Then why do you wear that piece of garbage?"
Mamoru's eyes flashed in response.
"Sorry, what was that?"
"I said, 'your jacket certainly belongs in one.' "
"Well, Odango, I was going to give this back to you, but since you apparently aren't feeling too friendly today—" Usagi swiped at the air, but Mamoru was too quick and pulled the frisbee away, holding it out of reach.
"Mamoru-baka, give it back!"
"Odango, I'm certainly not going to give you another weapon to throw at my head."
"I wasn't aiming for your head; I was aiming for your jacket."
"Well, obviously, you missed."
"Seriously, that's mine; give it back!"
"You know, Odango, I don't think so. Target practice is over." He turned and began to walk away.
"Arghhh! But that was my homework for Luna! And I was actually doing it!"
Mamoru turned around and narrowed his eyes.
"Your cat gives you homework?"
Usagi blanched.
"Err…"