Prelude or Satan?
Satan.
That's how the dog in front of her should have been called and not Prelude. In fact, she could easily start calling the dog like that from now on.
Yoshiko squints her eyes at Prelude, glaring at the dog. She isn't fooled by its chubby cheeks or bulging eyes. She knows that behind that angelic face of never have harmed a fly in its entire life, is hidden a demon, Satan himself!
She left the bedroom for about 15 minutes to prepare the "little one" the special food Riko had specifically told her Prelude had to eat, and when she came back, she found herself entering a war zone.
Her curtains were ripped apart, her bed was completely peed and there were feathers of her fully ripped pillows everywhere. Everything was scattered all over the floor. Her mangas were partly eaten and her textbooks were either stepped on or drooled, as well as with several pages less.
And there, sat in the middle of all that disaster, was the responsible of all of it, looking at her and waving its tail happily, sticking out its tongue as if it was mocking at her while it barked at her demanding its treasured food.
The nerve!
She is fuming, no, she is beyond fuming as she stares at Prelude in a staring contest.
She huffs and turns around to leave its food out of the bedroom. Prelude is lucky she's kind enough to not end throwing the food right away after witnessing such atrocity to her precious bedroom.
- Out! – she yells at the dog angered, pointing out at the food outside her bedroom. Prelude just tilts its head confusedly, not understanding her – Ouuuut!
She says again, shoving the dog by its ass, dragging it outside her bedroom. Once Prelude is out, she closes the door and bangs her head against it out of frustration.
She looks at the war zone she has for bedroom again and starts to pick up the drooled pages, grimacing and whining at how many mangas and textbooks she'll have to replace, and how she'll have to use all the money of her next month's assignment for that.
- Stupid Riri. This is the first and last time I take care of Satan – Yoshiko mumbles as she keeps picking everything up, still having to vacuum the bedroom.
If she wouldn't love the pianist as much as she does, she'd have been sending her pictures of the atrocities that her dearest dog had commit to her bedroom as well as an approximate bill for damages.
Then again, she doubts the burgundy haired girl would even believe that her precious dog would have done something like that. Hell, even she finds it hard to believe!
Yoshiko sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose and opens the door with her sheets on her arms, carrying them outside, not realizing the little gift Satan had left for her outside.
She steps on the dog food scattered over the floor, slipping up and landing on her butt, onto something soft and sticky.
She grimaces and slightly touches her butt, feeling something nasty staining her hands. Immediately, her face twists, a mixture of disgust and angriness present on it.
- Fucking Satan, come back here! – she yells out at the pug, who answers her with a bark, trying her patience.
She groans and runs after the dog trying to catch it, skidding and hitting several things on her way, when unexpectedly, she hears the door's bell.
She halts and furiously marches towards the door, opening it rudely to reveal her beloved burgundy haired crush at the other side.
Riko, as soon as she sees the blue haired girl, starts to laugh at her appearance, taking in her disheveled hair and sweat rolling down her face, surely a distressed but amusing look adorning her face. Then, she wrinkles her nose, holding it.
- Yocchan, you don't smell well.
- No shit Sherlock – Yoshiko mumbles as Prelude passes her by, running to its owner's arms.
- Prelude! Did you behave well? – she asks Prelude, gaining a happy bark from the dog and a snort from Yoshiko – Good boy!
Riko pets Prelude's head while Yoshiko just wants to murder the dog.
- Thank you for taking care of Prelude today, Yocchan – Riko says sweetly before she kisses Yoshiko's cheek, making her blush.
- Y-You're welcome, my little demon – Yoshiko mumbles, looking away embarrassedly, making Riko giggle quietly.
- I'm sure Prelude would like to spend more time with you, right little one? – Riko asks the dog who just barks in agreement.
Yoshiko wants to tell her that there's no way in hell she'll be taking care of Satan again, but one look at Riko, at her happy smile and sparkling eyes and it's really hard for her to tell her otherwise.
- S-Sure – she shutters, hearing Riko giggle again to then kiss her cheek once again before she leaves with Satan, I mean, Prelude.
Yoshiko sighs heavily as she closes the door behind her and groans loudly, smelling herself disgustedly and thinking about all the things she has to fix because of Satan.
At least it was worth it if, after all, I've got to see Riko smiling and giggling like that.
She thinks before going to clean herself, to then continue cleaning the disaster she has for bedroom.