Setting down her guitar, the little Japanese girl sighed, her almondine eyes glancing over to the small [url=http://image.dhgate.com/albu_321146341_00/1.0x0.jpg]kitty backpack[/url] next to her, which more or less belonged to her obviously, because Yumiko knew the others wouldn't be caught dead carrying around something like that, especially their brutish Aryan Manly-Man Bjorn. The guy would sooner go on a pillaging of Norway with Amon Amarth blaring in the background than he would carry a [i]kawaii[/i] backpack around. Same for the contents of the bag, which Yumiko carelessly ruffled through, tossing a few multicolored, zebra socks, some [i]kawaii[/i] print shirts and short shorts here and there, before finally pulling from her bag a [url=http://www.koi-nya.net/img/subidos_posts/2013/11/sakura_trick_manga_time_kirara_miracle_01-701x1000.jpg]manga[/url] she packed just to past the time, and of course....it was yuri, her favorite genre.

Eagerly and sitting legs crossed on the ratty couch of the common room, she eyed the pages with such delight, reading in her mind the carefully written dialogue, the comedic and heartwarming story of two cute little schoolgirls in love, such beautiful art to accompany the cheery and poetic words. Dreamily the girl sighed, wondering if one day she could have a relationship that adorable, that lovingly. It seemed a bit....well...out of the question really, what with the only cute girl being Antoine, that lovely, smooth French accent making Yumiko all hot and bothered every time....every damn time she heard it. But unfortunately for her, rumor had it around the team the French Dame had her sights set on Ulfric Stormcloak over there, and here Yumiko was thinking French women loved going lesbo. Oh well...guess you couldn't win them all.....and the Japanese chick was certainly winning nothing with Svetlana, cringing and about gagging at that ill thought again. Luckily for her, the ding of the microwave broke her from those haunting imaginings. [b]"Ramen!!"[/b] Gleefully and ever obnoxiously did Yumiko blurt out, zipping over to the microwave and passing up the muscular viking, but wait.....what the fuck was this?!! [b]"Ehhhhh?!"[/b] Where was her ramen?! She....she was sure she put it in the microwave! What the....what the hell was a [i]Hot Pocket[/i] doing in place of her ramen?! 

Bitterly the Japanese girl glared at Bjorn, suspecting him for the disappearance of her delicious lunch, then raising her tiny fists to the brute and barking at him....albeit in a high pitched and squeaky tone that was about as intimidating as a flea next to a crashing Boeing jet. [b]"Kono baka yarō! Watashi wa anata ga watashi no chūshoku o gomibako nante shinjirarenai! Kuso baka!"[/b] With an angry snarl to finish off that little rant, Yumiko marched back to the couch, plopping onto it with a [b]"Hmph!"[/b] and crossing her arms, her disdainful, obsidian eyes still glaring contemptuously towards the Nord, a blowing of raspberries before she snatched up her manga and continued reading from where she left off, only riled out of it again by Antoine entering the room...again with that ever sultry voice of hers lulling the Japanese girl....only for a bit until she saw the lovely French woman's eyes shift over to Bjorn, the ramen trashing Viking from Winterhold (seriously too easy with these Skyrim jokes), then it was back to fuming with anger beneath the black and white pages of Yumiko's choice reading material, a simple, [b]"Konnichiwa, Antowānu-san."[/b] and a wave from behind her manga.