Sunday, September 12, 2004

A: Why didn’t she just say she liked me?
O: You know girls like Makoto-san. She’s the tough girl; she doesn’t want to seem vulnerable so she hides her emotions.
A: I can’t believe YOU never told me.
O: You never asked. Still, I can’t believe you missed it.
A: Missed what?
O: The hints.
A: What hints? She never gave any hints.
O: (sigh) Sometimes you’re so dense it’s amazing how I ever set up a link with you.
A: Oh, har-dee-har.
O: Think back. You remember a couple of months ago when we were playing “this or that”? What was the last question she asked you?
A: She asked, “Aisha or me.”
O: Um-hm.
A: What’s that have to do with anything?
O: Think about it. Herself VS the one bishie you long after the most.
A: I never thought about it like that.
O: And when we had the karaoke party, she became very amorous towards you.
A: She was drunk. That doesn’t count.
O: She was also uninhibited.
A: Not good enough.
O: Well, the pranks, the intrutions, everything. All classic signs of interrest. Even her coming all the way over to the states is proof enough. You may not have noticed it, but she’s been very affectionate towards you. Even without scanning her I could see it.
A: ......You have too much time on your paws, you know that?
O: So do you.
A: Touché. (sigh) Well, I guess the only thing to do now is finally burry the hatchet.
O: Zooo. ^_^

(upstairs)
“knock knock”
A: (opens the door halfway) (quietly) Hey.
M: (sitting on her bed) Hey.
A: Okay if I come in?
M: I guess.
A: (walks in, sits on the bed next to Makoto) I’m sorry things got ugly back there. And I’m sorry I yelled at you.
M: S’okay
A: So...now that I know the truth, I don’t know how I missed it. (nervous laugh)
M: ........
A: Do you really like me?
M: (blushes)
A: I’ll take that as a “yes.”
M: ........
A: Makoto...
M: I had so much fun that summer, with you as my chef’s assistant. That’s why I came over to America. I wanted to work with you and have fun just like old times.
A: Well, I’m glad YOU had fun. All I remember was you barking out orders. And you’d kick my ass if I didn’t do something perfectly.
M: I know, and I’m sorry. At first, I took it as an indirect insult that they hired me an assistant; an AMERICAN assistant. Heh! You didn’t know the first thing about Asian cuisine.
A: But I did have skills...and an excellent teacher.
M: See? That’s what I’m talking about. Eventually, I threw away my Yankee stereotypes and saw you for who you were. Not some chauvinist pig who’s never worked a day in his life; but a caring gentleman who’s always willing to cheer you up with a joke or a song.
A: I was a hard worker, too.
M: No. You were pretty much a lazy-ass. And I have to confess, for the first few days, that constant singing of yours was annoying.
A: Was?
M: Still is....but not as much.
A: Oh?
M: Don’t get full of yourself. I’ve just built up a tolerance, that’s all.
A: (laughs)
M: The funny thing was, just as I was starting to like you, the summer was over and.....you left.
A: .....so many memories from that place.
M: ........
A: Well, now that we’ve finally reached an understanding…(holds out hand)
M: Huh?
A: Truce?
M: What?
A: Clean slate. No more pranks. No more being at each other’s throats. Let’s go back to the reason you came here; so we could finally be a team again. Just you and me....and Ozz.
O: ^_^
A: Well?
M: (hugs Artukei)
A: Oof! (hugs Makoto-san)
O: (hugs Makoto’s arm)
M: So, does this mean I’m co-admin?
A: I’ll bump you up to PA.

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