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017. ICE CREAM
Mamoru could feel the Odango peer into his ice-cream plate. "What?" If anything, the girl always provided some amusement.
"It's vanilla." Her nose scrunched. "And strawberry."
An eyebrow rose. "I like vanilla. And strawberry," he mimicked.
"But it's bo-o-ring!" She gave a despairing sigh and pointed to her own plate. "Mint Oreo Blitz." Then she looked between the ice-creams. "I'll trade you."
Mamoru eyed her assessingly. "Why?"
"I'm doing you a favour, jerk." Her eyeroll was impressive. "Live a little, take some risks!"
He chuckled. If only she knew…. Were all pigtailed blondes out to make him risk himself?
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018. DEATH
'Ami will recover,' Usagi told herself as she tried to swallow her milkshake. Her throat still hurt from the youma's grip. If Tuxedo Kamen hadn't…. 'I don't want to die!' Needing a distraction, she turned to Mamoru.
"Watched any movies lately?" He stared uncomprehendly, more taciturn than usual. Usagi forced herself to smile. "The good guys always win, right?"
Mamoru remembered Mercury's still form on the ground. Was she okay? Was she alive? He dreaded the answer. "Of course, Odango." He could lie to her, if not to himself.
Usagi fought to keep the smile. What did he know, anyway?
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019. LIAR
Usagi glared at Makoto after Mamoru had vacated their bench. "I can't believe you invited him over!"
Makoto shook her head. "What I can't believe is how badly you treat him." She stole a glance at his back and sighed. "The man is a dream!"
"A nightmare, more like," Usagi snorted.
"Usagi, you're hopeless." Makoto tutted. "How will you ever get a boyfriend if you can't behave around this cutie?"
Usagi studied his retreating form; he was pleasant to the eye, yes. Tall and lean, with an obvious confidence in himself. But he was Mamoru. "A cutie?" she huffed, "Hah!"
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020. SCARS
"That lamp post fought back, huh?" Mamoru snickered as he spied the band-aid on Usagi's hand. Then he winced at the joke; not two weeks ago the Negaverse had turned a lamp post into a youma.
"Not this time," Usagi murmured.
Mamoru frowned, but Motoki beat him at questioning her. "What happened, Usa-chan?" the blond took her hand and examined it. "I hope it's not serious?"
Usagi brightened at the attention. "Not at all, Motoki-kun!"
Mamoru narrowed his eyes at the pair. "Because it'd be a pity if it scarred," he blurted out.
Usagi blinked, confused.
Motoki burst into laugh.
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