Mailroom Palaver
Part 5
Lounging in sweatpants and a spaghetti strap top seemed to be the only way to go on a late-afternoon like this.
Frosty wind rippled against the windows of Amu's apartment. The glass panes trembled loudly and the lights flickered.
Meanwhile, Amu sat curled up with Yoru purring against her chest. Both of them were sound asleep on the couch, a light blanket draped over the pinkette's legs. The gas fireplace in front of them heaved and hurled out warmth as the hot flames danced around each other. Her curtains were shut to keep the dull sunlight out, making the fire the only source of light which soaked the room in the soft bubble of orange glow.
Resting on the side table by the couch was a pile of scattered letters, all previously opened, baring Amu's handwritten name on the front.
She and Ikuto had decided to continue sending letters to one-another after his first letter to her. Although they had known enough about each other already, it seemed that being pen-pals had opened up a completely different door into each others lives. It made Amu even more eager to slide down the hallway to the mailroom, no longer worrying too much about the parcel. Her attention was mainly taken up by a certain blue-haired male with a cheeky smirk.
She had just finished reading the letter that arrived that day when she had fallen asleep with Yoru.
Ikuto was due home that night and Amu was determined to stay awake to see him as soon as he walked in the door. That idea didn't seem to go according to plan as she lay tucked into the couch cushions with a small snore escaping every now and then. Yoru snuggled closer to her, purring loudly in content.
Amu had mentioned in one of her letters to Ikuto that she had left a spare key under her doormat so that if he returned during the day when Amu was at work, he could easily walk in and claim his cat.
She made sure to hide her letter-opener.
It came across as a surprise to find her asleep on the couch when he walked in after realizing she wasn't going to answer the door anytime soon. Quietly tucking the spare key into his pocket, Ikuto silently moved across the living room.
Seeing how happily asleep they were made him momentarily wonder if he really wanted to disturb them. Then again, he'd be missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime to annoy her and he didn't take advantage of the situation.
"Amu," he spoke loudly, obnoxiously rubbing his palm against her nose and across her forehead and then into her hair, making a tangled mess of it.
She groaned and scrunched up her nose, eyes struggling to open. He poked his foot into her face, which made her flail her arms and turn to glare at him, her eyes heavy and hardly registering anything.
"What the crap, Ikuto?" her groggy voice crept into the air just as sluggishly as she appeared.
"You got any milk?"
Her lids were half-open, her mouth pursed tightly as she glared at him with all her might. Yoru shifted against her chest, reminding her not to make any sudden movements, even if it held her back from taking a lamp to Ikuto's head.
She was about ready to slap some mayonnaise and cheese onto a piece of bread then smear it against his violin and tell him she made him a sandwich.
"Why…did you have to wake me up to ask for milk?" She asked slowly, restrained.
Ikuto tried not to laugh at how frustrated she sounded. He decided now wouldn't be the right time to tell her that he mainly just wanted to annoy her.
Her eyes closed as she rubbed her forehead and yawned. Knowing her luck, she would be awake for the rest of the night.
Heaving a sigh, the pinkette crawled over Yoru and dragged her feet into the kitchen. Ikuto plucked up his lazy cat and followed after the grumpy girl, pretending not to notice that the coffee mug he gave her was resting in the sink, ready to be washed. He had half expected her to chuck it in the garbage.
Throwing open the fridge door, Amu gritted her teeth and handed Ikuto the milk.
"Oh, so that's where you keep it," he spoke as if it was the most interesting discovery in the world, holding it up in the dull light that seeped into the kitchen from the fireplace.
Amu simply glared at him.
Before she could reach for a frying pan or even start threatening him, he was out the door with Yoru and the remainder of her milk.
"I hate you," Amu whispered to herself with a scowl before rolling herself back onto the couch to resume her sleep.
Author's Note: *Hiding from rotten tomatoes that will be thrown at me* I KNOW IT'S ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER. I'M SORRY. But this one was to establish that they still have this teasing relationship where they constantly try to get on each others nerves. The next chapter will be much longer, I promise. Now I know for sure that there will be 3 chapters after this one. I'm not adding on any more, so do not fear! It should reach its end soon.