Week 3F: Pink
Sailor Raspberry
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"Is it sharp?"
"No."
Mamoru narrowed his eyes. "Can it be picked up?"
"No." Usagi smiled. "You only have two more questions left."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Odango, how do you expect me to win a game of twenty questions if almost all of your answers have been no?"
Usagi crossed her arms. "That's not my problem. You're the one who agreed to play with me."
Mamoru scowled. "Does it grow?"
"No."
He slammed a fist onto the counter. "I give up! What's the answer?"
She grinned and rocked back farther into her seat. "Pink."
His jaw went slack. "Pink? As in the color?"
"Yeah!"
"How the heck is that supposed to be a thing? It's a color! There's no way I could have won!"
Usagi slapped his shoulder. "I like my milkshakes extra thick with extra whipped cream and four cherries, got that?"
"Yeah, yeah." Mamoru shoved a hand through his hair. "But pink? Why pink?"
She propped her chin onto the heel of her palm. "It's my favorite color."
He gagged. "That's disgusting."
"Whatever. I bet when we get older and get married, you're going to buy me a pink wedding ring."
Mamoru blinked.
Usagi paled, and then flushed bright red. She stumbled over words. "Hy... Hypothetically speaking." With a forced, nervous laugh, she scratched the back of her head. "There's no way I'd marry a big buffoon like you."
He tapped his fingers against the counter, and decided not to battle his own blush. "So, a pink wedding ring, huh?"