[color=00a651]"It's alright. I prefer when the world is windy. One time I broke out of home during a typhoon...it blew my mind."[/color]

Kimiko had popped open her case of Bubble Tape and was currently rolling the gum back and forth, causing a strip to jut to and fro in Daisuke's direction like the tongue of a serpent. Her legs kicked out, feet bracing against DRU for support as she got herself comfy and rested her scruffy head of hair against the hard side of the van.

There was an odd smell in the air. It smelled like...

Temptation. A little sweet. A little salty. Temptation.

Her eyes drifted over to Hitomi.

[color=00a651][i]It's coming from you.[/i][/color]

She reached over into the girl's lap shamelessly.

And pulled back two of the cinnamon sticks she had just plopped down for the guitar player, leaving only two remaining for Hitomi herself.

[color=00a651]"I'll loan you some of my fries when we get there."[/color] A casual shrug accompanied her first lustful bite of food.

Loan, of course, meaning she expected to be paid back in due course for those as well. She didn't mind putting some food in Fukushima-chan's stomach, but she would need food of her own if she was ever going to grow up and be a bombshell like Bekah-sama or Dana-sama. And french fries, contrary to the opinions of dirty "health" "professionals" who sought to "warn" her of the "perils" of enjoying her favorite after-school meal, were totally a food.

May as well ask an Israelite to scorn manna from heaven.

[color=00a651]"Pinky promise,"[/color] said the hungry girl solemnly, taking a second bite of the dessert treat.