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And I look forward to it as well! To use my high school level understanding of Spanish, it should be muy interesante.
I feel the need to make a legitimate anime opening with our characters and that song.
....now if only I had any artistic talent.
Nothing like gunfire early in the morning.
Amami watched, in dumb-founded silence, as the world seemingly unfolded before her. Atasuke walked in, bellowed about a toaster, and...ate the toast from the machine. Amami waited quietly, expecting the man to collapse to the ground requiring medical attention, but it never happened. He left the room, but then her nose perked up. Was that...the smell of fire? She looked over and, sure enough, there was a coffee can on fire. Now, having access to basic knowledge, she was well aware that fire was bad. Having access to more than average knowledge of physics, after all letting bullets ricochet around willy-nilly without calculation wasn't wise. So, she whipped out her pistol, and fired a shot.
The bullet lanced out, bounced off the wall, whiffing over the can and knocking it to the ground. As it tumbled down, she fire a second shot that winged the sink, turning it on and sending water flying at the can, she twirled the gun around her finger, then blew on the barrel, sending the gunsmoke away. She then slid her gun into the holster and, once the fire was out, walked up and flipped the sink off, the new chip in it..and the new bullet hole in the wall notwithstanding. She then sat the rice cooker on the cabinet and plugged it in, humming slightly as she said "I'll cook anyway if you'd like, Shuu-chan."
Amami bent down slightly and accepted the rice cooker, saying "Arigatou, Sume-chan." Looking it over for a moment, it was then when Vernon came out from under the table. Had...he been there a moment ago? Amami was fairly certain that he hadn't been, but with his crazy inventions he may've been in Norway a moment ago for all she knew. And then came the pressing of the button, with Amami immediately placing her body between Mishi, the one she was most worried about, and the device while her free hand trained a pistol on the invention. She sighed with relief when, instead of blowing up, a piece of toast popped out. However, something about this gave her a bad vibe, most likely the fact that just because it hadn't blown up, didn't mean it hadn't produced irradiated toast or something. "Uhhh...Vern-chan....what did you use to make this machine?"
She still couldn't remember what had happened last time she'd eaten something from one of Vernon's inventions, but she was told that she'd acted like a completely different person for the next week. To this day, she didn't dare ask what they meant, for fear it was something embarrassing. She shook her head to get the potential images of what she may have done out of her head, and eyed the toast warily. This could be some elaborate trap, or something worse, just a mistake! It was better when Vernon "messed up" intentionally because that meant, at least, the odds of there being permanent damage were minimal. But in the, not uncommon, event of a malfunction....well, more than a few times she'd had to shoot out wires from across the room, to the point that she'd begun to view Vernon almost like a trainer.
Amami cocked her head as she recalled the last time she'd tried to intervene in Bella being an obstacle. The repair bill on that incident had grown rather high...though it wasn't HER fault that she'd shot a gas line! Or that Bella had blown away half the house! After all, how could she have been thought to know that flammable gas was going through that line? It was just unreasonable, or at least she thought so. And people rarely argued with her outside the house, not that she realized it was because she carried guns everywhere. She thought it was just because she was that intelligent.
As for the imminent issue of breakfast, she holstered her gun in one fluid motion and held out her hands. "Give me the bag, Shuu-chan! I can cook, and you won't even all die!" Cooking wasn't really that difficult, and being that she'd lived alone before this cooking was something she could do. Of course, whether or not it lapsed into "good" was really unknown even to her, but she did know it was edible. After all, she reasoned, if she could cook for the house, then she could save herself a bigger portion, and that was a very appealing idea in her mind.
We must go on without him! He'll be mourned!
*Walks in* Posted mis amigos!
Amami awoke to the sound of clattering pans and shouts to wake up. She yawned and glanced around her room, which was rather at odds with her professed vocation. Painted a, to her, soothing forest green, and with a few posters of the latest pop idols scattered about, on the exterior it was nothing special. In her drawers were normal girls clothes, and even high school uniforms hung in her closet, nothing to write home about. However, if you spent some time examining it, you'd notice something...off. Namely each of those uniforms hung with a pistol belt, and each of those drawers contained a pair of pistols, magazines stowed next to them.
As her tired mind finished registering her surroundings, she walked over to her drawers and got dressed, nothing more than a simple blouse and skirt. Again, nothing to write home about, just a normal set of clothes. Though, again, she had to ruin this facade of normalcy by fastening the pistol belt to roughly where her belt would go if she were wearing real pants. Into these holsters slid the reliable .45 pistols that were her personal favorites of her collection. Highly customized, and gleaming for some reason, and with her name engraved on the slides, they were the fanciest pistols she owned. With a grouping of clips sliding into their places on the belt, she turned and walked from her room and down to meet with the others.
Walking in, she announced "Shuu-chan, you woke me up! How dare you!" She rolled her eyes and giggled, and then noticed the demon sitting in a black chair that, at least normally, was not in their kitchen. She rolled her eyes and said "Bella, why are you sitting in the middle of the kitchen? You'll get in Shuu-chan's way." With that, Amami leaned herself on the kitchen walls and drew a pistol, casually twirling it around her finger. Of course, all those other shooters insisted that such things were unsafe, and that it would one day kill people. But nothing bad had ever happened to Amami, so it couldn't be too bad, right?
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