>>20938700>Oh, hey there, Kanako... >Ain't seen you 'round much recently. Them Widowmakers still givin' ya a hard time?>I should'a helped ya out with that, wot with us both bein' dojo girls an' all. But I'm a lousy friend and an even lousier dojo girl hehe...>Anyway come on inNoire dumps an immense pile of dirty laundry from her only chair to the floor and motions for Kanako to have a seat.
>Them cupcakes smell good! Wish I could offer ya somethin' tasty in return. Think I got half a can a' spaghetti left if yer interested Noire starts rooting around under the bed for something.
>No dice on the spaghetti, however I did find a carton a' orange juice. Sez it expired a month ago, but I never put much stock in expiration datesNoire opens the carton and soon the smell of fermented fruit juice permeates the entire room.
>Bit ripeShe takes a swig of the rotten OJ and extends the carton to Kanako.
>No? Well I'd be a terrible host if I didn't at least make the offer, right? Lets dig inta them cupcakes Noire greedily grabs a cupcake and stuffs it into her mouth. Crumbs and frosting cover an already dirty shirt.
>So *chomp* what really brings ya here? *chew*>Nobody pays a social call to the dojo's biggest loser 