Were it not for the cheerful yelling, Toushirou might have ended up running right into the too-perky little monster skipping down the hallway. He pressed himself against the wall as he rounded a corner. No way was he going to end up bowled over by...
He blinked.
By the pink-haired monster carrying a bag on her head? That would have been interesting. (Not interesting enough to try, however.)
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "You again."
Detention was probably waiting for him again just because he was near her.
He blinked at her. Potatoboy? Great. Wonderful. He had a nickname.
Such a horrible one, too. Couldn't she come up with something better? He refused to be forever labeled as something only useful when fried, or even attempt to remember the food fight. Bad enough he was near it when it happened; he had to get detention because the Pink Monster used his food for ammunition.
"Would you keep it down?" He snorted. "Do you ever not yell?"
Yachiru scowled at him, before sticking out her tongue at him, "Yachiru does not always yell!!" she protested, "BESIDESBESIDES you're making me late for meeting Momi in the kitchens!" she added.
"So Mr. Potatoman, you should stop being a meanie and move!" she concluded, her hands on her hips.
Momo was starting to think that Yachiru had gotten lost. She really wasn't sure how you could get lost when you were on your way to the kitchens, there were signs, a map, and colors to use to find your way around.
Not to mention it was only logical that you head in a certain direction in order to find the kitchen. There were only a few places that it could be, and well, logic stated that you went down to the first floor on the elevator and took a right.
Easy enough.
She had just decided that thirty minutes was long enough for someone to be lost when she heard voices. Which meant sneaking behind the fridge just in case it was a professor, and then much to her surprise, the door burst open.
Leaving her wondering if Yachiru was going to put herself and... she blinked. Toushirou, on their butts.
Great way to start the baking of cookies, how in heavens name had she gotten him to come? She smiled anyway. She rather liked him, even when he was being grumpy. Yachiru was happy enough for all of them.
Toushirou stumbled into the kitchen, practically dancing to keep from falling on his ass (which certainly wasn't helping his dignity any, he was sure. Would it be worse to dance into the kitchen or just fall?)
He hadn't even been planning to go into the kitchen.
He stumbled forward a few more steps, finally managed to straighten before breaking his nose on the tile floor, and straightened, brushing imaginary dust from his knees. This pink-haired little brat was going to be the death of him. "Watch it."
"Sorry~!" Yachiru apologized, clearly not meaning it and she completely ignored Toushirou as she scrambled up and rushed over to Momo's side, half climbing over Toushirou in the process (he was in her way!), and taking from her head the bag of cookie mix that had hardly moved the entire time.
"MOMIMOMI LOOKLOOK I BROUGHT COOKIE MIX!" she exclaimed, offering the bag to the other girl, clearly proud of herself.
"OHOH, and I found Potatoboy from the other day too!" she added, gestering at Toushirou. "He's really good with directions y'know?! The walls hardly moved AT ALL when he lead the way!"
Momo paused, and stared at them both for a few moments, before deciding that peeking at them from halfway behind a fridge was pointless and so she stepped forward into the actual kitchen
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He blinked.
By the pink-haired monster carrying a bag on her head? That would have been interesting. (Not interesting enough to try, however.)
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "You again."
Detention was probably waiting for him again just because he was near her.
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"AH!! IT'S POTATOBOY!" she cried, pointing a finger at Toushirou.
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Such a horrible one, too. Couldn't she come up with something better? He refused to be forever labeled as something only useful when fried, or even attempt to remember the food fight. Bad enough he was near it when it happened; he had to get detention because the Pink Monster used his food for ammunition.
"Would you keep it down?" He snorted. "Do you ever not yell?"
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Yachiru scowled at him, before sticking out her tongue at him, "Yachiru does not always yell!!" she protested, "BESIDESBESIDES you're making me late for meeting Momi in the kitchens!" she added.
"So Mr. Potatoman, you should stop being a meanie and move!" she concluded, her hands on her hips.
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Not to mention it was only logical that you head in a certain direction in order to find the kitchen. There were only a few places that it could be, and well, logic stated that you went down to the first floor on the elevator and took a right.
Easy enough.
She had just decided that thirty minutes was long enough for someone to be lost when she heard voices. Which meant sneaking behind the fridge just in case it was a professor, and then much to her surprise, the door burst open.
Leaving her wondering if Yachiru was going to put herself and... she blinked. Toushirou, on their butts.
Great way to start the baking of cookies, how in heavens name had she gotten him to come? She smiled anyway. She rather liked him, even when he was being grumpy. Yachiru was happy enough for all of them.
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Toushirou stumbled into the kitchen, practically dancing to keep from falling on his ass (which certainly wasn't helping his dignity any, he was sure. Would it be worse to dance into the kitchen or just fall?)
He hadn't even been planning to go into the kitchen.
He stumbled forward a few more steps, finally managed to straighten before breaking his nose on the tile floor, and straightened, brushing imaginary dust from his knees. This pink-haired little brat was going to be the death of him. "Watch it."
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"MOMIMOMI LOOKLOOK I BROUGHT COOKIE MIX!" she exclaimed, offering the bag to the other girl, clearly proud of herself.
"OHOH, and I found Potatoboy from the other day too!" she added, gestering at Toushirou. "He's really good with directions y'know?! The walls hardly moved AT ALL when he lead the way!"
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