Usagi sighed as she walked into the Crown Arcade. It had been a long day, and the
current heat wave had not made it easier. She smiled in relief as a cool blast of air hit
her in the face. She settled herself down at her usual stool and rested her chin on a
sweaty palm.
"Afternoon Usagi, can I get you anything?"
Usagi flashed a smile back at her crush, "Usual please Motoki."
As Motoki handed her an ice cold milkshake, she took a large sip in frozen chocolate
bliss, then hearing the door open, turned. She inwardly groaned as she saw Mamoru
"Baka" Chiba walk in, looking hot but happy. As he settled himself on a stool he
grinned impishly at her and said, "How many is that now Odango Atama? Twelve?
Twenty?"
Usagi looked at her watch. "Four seconds. That's a new record for you Chiba."
Motoki grinned as Mamoru's grin fell in disbelief.
"Point to Tsukino," earning him a glare from Mamoru and a second smile from Usagi.
"An ice-tea since you asked Motoki," Mamoru muttered back in annoyance. After it
arrived he took a long sip, obviously refreshed after the heat outside. "God it's hot
outside."
"Well maybe you shouldn't wear that awful green jacket Baka. Not only is it so
unflattering, its not exactly keeping you cool is it? In more ways than one," Usagi
said.
"Two points to Tsukino," Motoki muttered under his breath.
Affronted, Mamoru stood up and turned to her and said, "Well I happen to LIKE this
jacket thank you very much. Besides, even if it is 'uncool' as you say, it's no match
for those stupid odangos on top of your odango atama, odango brain."
Before he could smirk at his own insult, half a pint of ice cold chocolate milkshake
was pouring down the sides of his head, spilling onto his shoulders and dripping onto
the floor. He spluttered and wiped his eyes, seeing a smug Usagi with her arms
crossed over her chest and a large smile planted on her face.
"That'll cool you off," she said triumphantly as she skipped to the entrance of the
arcade.
"Three points to Tsukino," Motoki said, but on seeing Mamoru's glare said hurriedly,
"Err, I'll get the⦠mop."
