Two golden odango bobbed up and down repeatedly on the other side of the shelf. Mamoru knew only one person who wore the ridiculously childish hairstyle. Moreover, no one could whine and moan like this, other than the person in question. Finally Mamoru could stand it no longer. He marched across the small electronics store, leaned over the shelf and hissed, "Would you just make up your mind, Odango Atama?"
Startled, Usagi tried to back up, tripped over the shopping bags at her feet, and landed hard on her bottom. "Ouch!" she yelped, struggling to untangle her feet from the bags. "Don't scare me like that!"
"Well then, quit being so whiny," he instructed, coming around the shelf to pull the struggling girl to her feet. "And quit being such a klutz." When Usagi opened her mouth to protest, he pointed to the boxes she still clung to. "What are you trying to decide on anyway?"
Usagi held the boxes toward him so he could see the labels: two rabbit shaped telephones, one a fuzzy pink, and the other, a smooth white plastic.
Mamoru glanced between the two for a moment before pointing to the white phone and proclaiming, "That's easy. You would wreck the fuzzy one way too quickly. At least the white one has a chance." As Usagi was setting the pink one back on the shelf, Mamoru poked her shoulder and questioned, "But why do you need a phone anyways? Surely someone who talks as much as you do already has one."
Usagi turned quickly and mumbled over her shoulder, "It's none of your business." She scooped up her bags and raced towards the checkout, her crimson cheeks reminding her of why she needed a new phone.
Just the night before, she had finally dialed the number she had copied from Motoki's planner weeks before. But when the deep masculine voice answered, Usagi had lost all courage and slammed the receiver hard into the cradle with enough force to break the head end of the receiver loose from the body. She could still picture it rolling across the floor, stopping to smile up at her, taunting her, daring her to try again.