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Um
By Shala-chan
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiii-chaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" Shala called.
"In he'a," a grumpy voice said from the other room.
"Oh, hiya!" Shala chirped, coming in from the outside. "Why the long face?" Rowen glared.
"Ya woke me up from my doze."
"Oh. Gomen. Um . . ."
"What is it?"
Shala merely held up a sheaf of papers and a pencil. "Math again?"
"Yes, again," she sighed. "I like math, but I really hate it."
"Lemme see." He held out a hand.
"With pleasure," Shala grimaced and gave Rowen her math homework.
"Shala . . ."
"Hmm?"
"Mosta these due dates ah at least a week old."
"Um . . . you got a problem with that?"
"Nevah mind. Let's just get this
ovah with."
"Thanks, nii-chan!" Shala exclaimed, plopping herself into Rowen's lap and giving him a hug. The door opened. A throat cleared.
"I believe you've stolen my seat," Sage drawled softly.
"Nuh-uh!" Shala exclaimed, in a remarkable regression to the first grade. "I got here first. You get your turn later!"
"You're right about one thing," Sage remarked. "You got here first." he gently shoved Shala onto the floor and took her place. Rowen smirked slightly.
"Oh, I get it!" Shala exclaimed indignantly. "I get math help, nags, death threats, training, food, and sometimes hugs, but I can't sit in Ro-niichan's lap because you two would rather make out!"
"Yep," Rowen said, biting the end of Sage's nose.
"Now shoo," the bearer of Halo ordered, toying with Rowen's hair.
"Someday," Shala muttered as she got up, "someday . . ."
"What?"
"Someday I'm gonna borrow Mia's video camera!" The girl flounced out of the room, homework complete.
Rowen shrugged and kissed Sage.