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31_days2005-08-01 09:25 pm
[August 1] [Keroro Gunsou] Hard-Boiled Love
Title: Hard-Boiled Love
Day/Theme: Day 1/Be indomitable, o my heart
Series: Keroro Gunsou/Sgt. Frog
Character/Pairing: Natsumi x Giroro
Rating: G
Stupid frog!
Fed up after an hour of maddening dealings with the Sergeant - how many Gundam models did one person...er, frog need anyway? - Natsumi needed some fresh air. She slid open the door and padded out onto the balcony - silently, she'd thought. Nevertheless, she saw the small red figure in the yard below whirl around, pointing a rather large gun at her.
"Stupid frog, can't you even recognize a friend when you see one?" she called, her anger at Keroro taking itself out on his subordinate. "It's only me. Relax."
Giroro's angry eyes bulged, and he went rigid as if the words had pierced to his heart - what a stupid idea - then he turned back to his campfire. He picked up the sharpened skewer, loaded with sweet potatoes, and held it back in the fire.
...urk. He's sulking. Stupid thin-skinned frog.
"...look, Giroro, I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just fed up with the Sergeant, and I guess I'm taking it out on you." No response. "Um, I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorr--"
Natsumi suddenly found the skewer in front of her face, tempting her with the steaming scent of roasted yams. So he wants to make up? She gently slid a yam off the skewer and took a bite. As usual, it was fabulous - perfectly cooked and amazingly tender.
"...so you're not mad anymore?"
Giroro looked up at her. Was she imagining it, or had his face softened a little?
"...Hmph. As if I'd ever be...friends with a Pokopenian."
Yep. Must have been imagining it. With a snort of disgust, Natsumi went back into the house.
Giroro sat alone in the yard. After a few minutes, a white cat came up and mewed at him inquisitively.
"...heh. Friend."
Giroro smiled.
Day/Theme: Day 1/Be indomitable, o my heart
Series: Keroro Gunsou/Sgt. Frog
Character/Pairing: Natsumi x Giroro
Rating: G
Stupid frog!
Fed up after an hour of maddening dealings with the Sergeant - how many Gundam models did one person...er, frog need anyway? - Natsumi needed some fresh air. She slid open the door and padded out onto the balcony - silently, she'd thought. Nevertheless, she saw the small red figure in the yard below whirl around, pointing a rather large gun at her.
"Stupid frog, can't you even recognize a friend when you see one?" she called, her anger at Keroro taking itself out on his subordinate. "It's only me. Relax."
Giroro's angry eyes bulged, and he went rigid as if the words had pierced to his heart - what a stupid idea - then he turned back to his campfire. He picked up the sharpened skewer, loaded with sweet potatoes, and held it back in the fire.
...urk. He's sulking. Stupid thin-skinned frog.
"...look, Giroro, I didn't mean to snap at you. I'm just fed up with the Sergeant, and I guess I'm taking it out on you." No response. "Um, I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorr--"
Natsumi suddenly found the skewer in front of her face, tempting her with the steaming scent of roasted yams. So he wants to make up? She gently slid a yam off the skewer and took a bite. As usual, it was fabulous - perfectly cooked and amazingly tender.
"...so you're not mad anymore?"
Giroro looked up at her. Was she imagining it, or had his face softened a little?
"...Hmph. As if I'd ever be...friends with a Pokopenian."
Yep. Must have been imagining it. With a snort of disgust, Natsumi went back into the house.
Giroro sat alone in the yard. After a few minutes, a white cat came up and mewed at him inquisitively.
"...heh. Friend."
Giroro smiled.
