Aw! Phoebesaphira, you are making me blush!a +twirls you+ C.Shakespeare, Raye85 and Amydali86, thank you. Just out of curiousity, are 85 and 86 your birth year? Because mine is 84 and it struck me as funny. +g+ I'm a numbers Weirdo, I admit it. Lol!

Well, beta is mostly for grammar and punctuation. But sometimes I've done a kind of running commentary. You know, what I like, what I don't like, what could be better and what, PLEASE, change it? PRETTY PLEASE? Give me a week or so. I'm so slo-o-ow at those things+hides+

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037. POCKET KNIFE

Usagi poked the knot, annoyed at its stubbornness. The bag still wouldn't open. Frustrated beyond belief; she wailed in distress.

"God, Odango. Keep it down!"

"Oh, not you, too!" Usagi snapped. "Give me a good reason not to throw this at you."

"Because you want it open?"

Reminded of her tragedy, Usagi pouted. "Mako-chan made these dumplings for me; but the knot is impossible!"

Mamoru tutted, holding out his hand.

Eyeing him distrustingly, Usagi still handed him the bag.

The knot was complicated. He could ask Motoki for his pocket knife and solve this in a second. But, why hurry?

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038. STUDYING

A long sigh reached her hearing through the arcade's noise. Naru glanced up from her book and discovered Usagi staring absently at the counter. Her book lay forgotten beside her, and a quick look confirmed that it was on the same page as ten minutes ago. "Usa, what's wrong? Our test is tomorrow!"

Usagi sighed again. "Naru-chan, maybe Ami was right. We shouldn't have come here to study."

Naru gaped. "But we always have!"

Usagi's gaze drifted to a green-clad figure at the counter. Noticing their work, he'd ignored them all afternoon. "Dunno. It's not the same anymore; that's all."

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039. COLOGNE

She'd been saved by Tuxedo Kamen twenty-two times. She'd bumped into Mamoru more or less as much. But only after last night's attack had Usagi noticed it, and she still couldn't believe it'd taken her that long.

Walking towards her objective, Usagi summoned her sweetest smile before she reached for his sleeve.

Mamoru looked down at her questioningly.

"Mamoru, when you buy that cologne you use, have you ever noticed a tall guy with dark hair and, I think, blue eyes?"

Mamoru blinked. "You mean myself?"

Usagi loosened him, disappointed, and rolled her eyes. "I should've known you wouldn't help!"

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040. POINTILLISM

As a tribute, the mall was exhibiting a portrait of the Senshi – made by candy. Using the different colours of wrapping paper, the result was fuzzy but not worse than the photographs seen in newspapers.

An excited squeal made Mamoru look up and chuckle. Of course. No function of this sort could be complete without the Odango. Flanked by her friends, the girl regarded the four figures in awe.

"Guys, look!" She pointed at the rendition of Sailor Moon and clapped delightfully.

Mamoru smiled. Figures she'd be a fan of the only heroine with a hair-style as eccentric as hers.

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