So hug her untill she gives in?
A sudden pounding at the door.
Mami startles, but immediately her instincts take over. She moves closer to a side of the door, her hands almost gripping a yet to be materialzed musket, her voice deceptibly calm as she calls:
"Yes? Who is it?"
"Open the fucking door, Mami. It's
me."
The blonde's heart skips a beat.
It couldn't be.
Could it?
Sabrina had said-
Throwing all caution to the wind, Mami yanks open the door-
"Hi Mami!" smiles Sabrina.
"Hi..." Mami blinks at the white haired girl, her arms shift instinctively as if to catch something -
someone- and she gets the strangest feeling when nothing happens. Déjà vu strikes her and she shifts her gaze down, right under Sabrina's face splitting smile, right under Sabrina's chin, which rests on a bright red scalp...
Golden eyes meet red.
Glaring, furious, smoldering red eyes of death.
"Hi!" Mami's eyes slide off Kyouko's and lower further to find a green haired girl... whose hair sticks out suspiciously like cat ears? "Yuma is Yuma! Are you Mami?" the little girl introduces herself, tilting her head in a way that makes Mami want to hug her.
Sabrina truly must have infected her.
"Indeed I am. It's a pleasure to meet you, Yuma-chan."
The little green girl smiles radiantly.
"Hey Mami," calls Sabrina, returning the blonde's attention to her, and to the way the arms are wrapped in a vice grip around Kyouko. Mami
stares for a moment, breath catching in her chest, hardly daring to believe... She looks away when Kyouko opens her mouth with a snarl. "I brought your kouhai!" interrupts Sabrina with an amount of cheer directly proportional to the hate radiating off of the redhead trapped in her arms.
Kyouko grits her teeth, eyes scrunched closed and
trembling, clearly about to snap.
"Did you bake the cake I asked?" asks Sabrina sounding
way too innocently.
"Ah, yes," Mami nods on autopilot.
Immediately, the room seems to chill down a few degrees, as if a constant source of heat Mami hadn't quite noticed had suddenly turned off.
"... There's cake?" grunts Kyouko.
Mami blinks at her old kouhai, and not able to manage a verbal answer, simply nods.
"Chocolate cake?"
Another nod.
"Senpai Crispy Chocolate Caramel Cake?"
Mami nods again. Ah, Sabrina's request had been
quite specific.
Kyouko shifts, clearly uncomfortable as the forces of cake and evil war inside her. However, with the forces of wrath that had been fending off the invading forces of hugs having been confounded into a full surrender and shameful retreat, the redhead quickly finds herself running out of energy with which to stay mad any longer... nevermind to resist the promises of the very sustenance she would need in order to
stay mad...
Cake.
"So are ya gonna invite us in, or what? It's cold out here and Yuma doesn't have a limpet as a second source of heat," Kyouko elbows at Sabrina, but the tall girl doesn't even flinch. Probably having turned off her pain receptors. The bastard. "By the way,
can you get your limpet
off me already?"
"Sabrina," Mami opens her arms.
A full second passes after which Kyouko's brain catches up with the fact she's now facing the chilly night air without an extra body's worth of protection, and she blinks to let the image of Sabrina
suddenly spinning Mami around in an overly sugary show of affection
catch up.
That... speed... scary...
"Bah, whatever, c'mon Yuma, there's cake waiting," says the redhead as she kicks off her shoes and strolls in as if she owned the place. Her unofficially adopted little sister hurries to catch up, only doubting for a moment before intruding into another one's home.
The many break ins into hotel rooms paying off.
'
Besides,' Kyouko rolls her eyes, '
not like Mami noticed.'
"If you don't mind..." she tries to not
stare, but how are they still spinning? "I'll just get the cake and the everything else myself... I remember where everything is... you're not listening. Come on, Yuma." She grabs said girl by the arm and leads her into the kitchen, from which noises of cuttlery erupt in only moments.
"
Ow..." Sabrina groans as her spinning hug with Mami comes to a halt. The tall girl grabs her side under the blonde's worried look, "she kept
elbowing me," she explains.
"Didn't you turn off your sense of pain?"
"Turning off my nerves would decrease the quality of the hug."
Mami stares.
Sabrina holds her stare with determined stubborness.
"Oh, Sabrina..." Mami laughs, pulling her into another hug, carefully this time.
Leaning around the kitchen door, Kyouko and Yuma watch, both with chocolate brown smudges around their mouths.
Silently, Kyouko covers Yuma's eyes and pulls her back.
She'd give them two...
five minutes. If by then they were still lost into each others eyes-slash-arms, she was legally allowed to take the cake and leave with Yuma.
That is... Kyouko stares as her finger automatically and without prompting from the conscious part of her brain scoops another bit of chocolate goodness and plops it into her mouth.
Hmmm... that is, if there's still any cake left in five minutes.