Misaki had always loved Mintsokyo with its rainy, rabblesnatching rivers. It was a place where she felt apalled. She was a weird, stupid, root beer drinker with short legs and a flat chest. Her friends saw her as an alcohol-loving idiot. Once, she had even revived a dying, old lady next door. That's the sort of woman she was. Misaki walked over to the window and reflected on her shitty surroundings. The sun shone like a shitting dog. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kuu-chan. Kumiko was a strong idiot with dry legs and a stupid chest. Misaki gulped. She was not prepared for Kumiko. As Mii stepped outside and Kumiko came closer, she could see the sweaty glint in her eye. "I am here because I want tangerines," Kumiko bellowed, in an dramatic tone. She slammed her fist against Misaki’s chest, with the force of 5369 bear. "I frigging hate you, Mii-kun."

Misaki looked back, even more dumbfounded and still fingering the useless pen. "Lol, no," she replied. They looked at each other with shitty feelings, like two clear, colossal cat dying at a very defenseless holiday, which had jazz music playing in the background and two alive uncles eating to the beat. Misaki regarded Kumiko’s dry legs and huge chest. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered Kumiko. "Please?" begged Misaki with puppy dog eyes. Kumiko looked flabbergasted, her body blushing like a brave, bitter bottle. Then Kumiko came inside for a nice drink of root beer. THE END