Made in China
It all started with a seemingly innocent question, one brought about from the writing on the plate Horohoro was washing.
"If Ren is Chinese, does that mean that he was made in China?"
He hadn't quite meant for it to be said aloud, but apparently it had because Yoh, who was drying the dishes, responded.
"Well, not necessarily, I mean, he could have been 'made' here." Yoh stressed the 'here' part. "Like, in this very room. I mean this is sort of a hotel…"
Horohoro thought about that for a moment. Then he realized what he was thinking about and abruptly stopped.
"Dude, why the hell did you just say that? I mean… Ew…"
Ren had been in the corner, sweeping the entire time. The idiocy of the conversation was starting to bug him.
"Just shut up already!" He yelled, hoping to end the discussion there and then.
Apparently it worked because they remained silent for the next few minutes. Then Horohoro had to peak up again.
"But what if he was-"
"AGH! For your information I was made from China!" He stated, with a hint of pride. Then he stopped to think about what he just said. "Wait…"
Yoh and Horo both cracked up at that.
"Hahaha! So if someone like, poked you or something, you would break?" Yoh asked in between his laughter.
"Nice one!"
Horo and Yoh high-fived triumphantly.
Ren sighed.
"I'm glad your idiocy isn't contagious…"
He turned around, and promptly tripped over the broom he had left by the wall.
"Dammit!"
"Wow, it is!" Horo said…stupidly.
"Dude, that's awesome!" Yoh said, just as dumbly.
They walked out of the kitchen, looking for more people to 'infect'.
Ren sat and fumed for a few minutes, before carefully picking himself up and turning to leave…
And then tripped over the broom again.
END