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Kerora tried to calm her pounding heart. Keroro's sudden appearance behind her had startled her half to death. She couldn't believe she was him! He was SO ANNOYING! How could she have been made from someone so lazy?
"Please don't," she said in response to Angol Mois's question. She didn't want to get any more tangled up in Keroro's life. In fact, she would be very happy if he would curl up and die in some corner so he wouldn't be in the way of their invasion.
Despite all the crazy things that had happened over the last twenty-four hours, Kerora hadn't forgotten their mission. None of them had. It had never been the plan to start right away, anyway. They were supposed to lure the Pekoponians into a false sense of security before striking.
Angol seemed disappointed that Kerora didn't like her stupid idea for a nickname, but didn't say anything. Keroro, oblivious as always, put on a huge grin.
"Welcome back, Mois! I've missed you!" he said, throwing his arms out dramatically in a gesture of happiness. His expression was nothing compared to Mois's, though. As Kerora looked at her, she was positively glowing with happiness, her aura beaming off of her in a rainbow. It hurt to look at. Keroro didn't seem to notice it, though.
"I'm so glad to hear you say that, Uncle!" Mois exclaimed, bending down on one knee to embrace Keroro.
Kerora had had enough, so she excused herself and went upstairs. Dororo, who had walked in behind Keroro unnoticed, followed her. Doriri had gone upstairs, although Dororo wasn't sure why, and Kerora seemed to be headed up, too.
Doriri, in an effort to be alone for as long as she could, walked into the kitchen of the Hinatas' house, still empty in the early morning. It wouldn't be long before Natsumi woke up to start fixing breakfast, but Doriri didn't know that. She sat in one of the chairs and sighed. Dororo's thoughts were so- anti-invasion. It was strange. It was his job, and he refused to do it. Then again, that's why they were here.
Gertrude woke with a start. Her throat was getting dry, so she went inside to get a drink. Stupid Pekopon. Why did it have to be so dry?
She walked into the kitchen and noticed Doriri sitting there. She took out her canteen, and started filling it in the sink.
"Drier than Keron here, huh?" Gertrude asked, bringing Doriri out of her thoughtful silence. For a second she stared at Gertrude, but then she remembered the telepathy thing only worked with Dororo. She'd already gotten used to talking silently.
Doriri nodded, still not wanting to say anything. For a moment Gertrude waited, trying to coax more of an answer out of Doriri, but it didn't work. Sighing, she sat down across from Doriri, chugging the water from her newly filled canteen. It soothed her throat, some.
At that moment, Kerora and Dororo appeared around the doorway. Doriri was partially glad that Dororo had come. She still like that she never had to talk to him.
"Kerora! I think we should talk about our invasion plans!" Gertrude said the moment Kerora had come into sight.
"Why don't we wait until the entire platoon has assembled, and we've had a good look at our new base," Kerora replied, chuckling slightly. Gertrude frowned, but didn't reply.
Dororo, his only real reason for coming accomplished, went back downstairs to check on Keroro.
Just then, Natsumi woke up and came downstairs to find the three girls sitting at the table. She stood there, stunned for a moment, before shaking herself out of it and walking into the kitchen to start on breakfast. She's shaken Fuyuki awake, but it could be ten minutes before he wrestled himself out of bed and into his school uniform.
In spite of herself, Gertrude felt herself getting angry at the pink-haired girl. She decided to say something.
"Could you please stop being… I don't know… you? I REALLY hate having to watch Giroro's dreams about you," Gertrude said, standing up on her chair to look at Natsumi from eye-level. Natsumi looked taken aback. One, because she hadn't known about the whole telepathy thing, and two, because apparently Giroro dreamed about her. She stared blushing madly. Her blush, however, was nothing compared to that of the recently awoken frog sitting in his tent. He'd heard every word through Gertrude's ears.
HOW COULD YOU TELL HER THAT! If she found out how I feel… I'd die. I really would. So SHUT UP! Giroro yelled at her, and she flinched. She'd thought he was still asleep. His morning daydreams were basically the same as his dreams.
"Just kidding," she said unconvincingly. Natsumi grimaced. She hoped she'd been kidding. That would just be… weird. I mean, she definitely liked Giroro the best out of the frogs, but still… not like that. And he didn't like her that way either. It was impossible. All he cared about was conquering. Although…
She began flashing back to all the times that the rest of the platoon had picked on Giroro. Especially the Sumomo hidden camera thing. Hadn't that been about her? She shook her head. There must be some other explanation.