Usako_mamoru 3rd anniversary challenge 2009
Day 12: Snow
By Natsudori Lina
"Odango," Mamoru's voice was hopelessly amused. "What on earth are you doing?"
Usagi looked up from her position over her breakfast. Her waffles had been systemically decimated, torn into pieces and stacked into a dome. Her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth in concentration and her blue eyes darted over to Mamoru once before dismissing him and returning to the mutilation of her meal. "Go away, Baka-san," she said absentmindedly. "Can't you see that I'm busy?"
"I see that," he said slowly, taking a seat across from her in the booth. "With what exactly?"
Usagi set aside her fork (or, as Mamoru had privately began to think of it, her murder weapon). "Breakfast," she said with great patience, "sucks."
He blinked.
"I'm trying to eat food that I don't really want yet because I woke up not that long ago. I'm still tired. I still want to be in bed. I have this constant thought in my mind that this food would taste so much better after a couple more hours of sleep." She glared down at her plate and continued. "So, this pile of waffles is really not that interesting to me. It doesn't excite me. And, as I'm sure you know--"
"--Food always excites you."
She shot Mamoru a venomous look. "You didn't need to chime in there, we all know it's true, I don't need to be reminded of that."
His lips twitched. "So you're trying to make your waffles more exciting?"
She nodded.
"More interesting?"
Another nod.
"By putting them in a pile?"
Usagi picked up her fork again. "It is a hut," she said with great dignity.
Mamoru looked thoughtfully at said "hut." He reached across the table and grabbed a can of whipped cream. The hut was sprayed generously, despite Usagi's indignant gasp. A nearby packet of sugar was torn open and sprinkled it on top, on the sides, and around the waffle bits. She snatched it out of his hands.
"Baka-san, what are you doing?"
Mamoru looked at Usagi's plate. Waffle squares were piled on top of each other. Whipped cream fairly dripped down from them. Granules of sugar were littered about the surface of the plate.
"It's a snowscape," he said seriously.
She looked at him. "A snowscape," she repeated flatly.
"Uh-huh. See the igloo?"
Usagi wrinkled her nose and threw her napkin at him as he burst out laughing. Giggles overtook her a moment later and she ate the remainder of her meal in companionable silence broken only by an occasional snort from Mamoru's side.
Well… he certainly thought breakfast had been interesting.