IV. It always does.

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At first I wished that I would have gone to a world where I am a billionaire's daughter. But here we are with my favorite character, chilling.

"So you don't know what happened?" Smiley asked, dangling on the couch, only on his pajamas, a confused look on his face without the usual smile. I couldn't believe that he doesn't smile all that often, but to only when he is fighting. And for some reason, that was also believable.

"Correct."

"Anything at all?" Angry asked.

She laughed, flipping the pan of fried rice that she's cooking. "Mhm. For all I know I could be your long lost mother."

"Your younger than us." Angry pointed out.

"Are you sure you're not bonkers?" Smiley followed.

"Wrong. I'm a person who's I love with fiction, get that right. That's a whole new kind of craziness..."

She placed the plate with the fried rice with pieces of scrambled eggs on the table. Angry sat himself on a chair, Smiley following with a smile growing on his face from the aroma that dances in the air.

That's a great smell.

"Do have any school? Or... Or a family!?"

"No...?" You placed a portion on your plate.

"You don't remember?"

You look up and thought about the question. Well, her parents were on the other side of the universe and the furthest point she could muster was Smiley and Angry themselves. She literally popped right here. "It's more like I feel like I don't have one."

"You read manga?"

"Hell yeah!" You shouted immediately.

"Wow, I've never met any girl like you, no offense."

"NO! Don't get me started on that shit--"

Smiley chuckled. "Okay?"

She's so sporatic. Angry pouted, but he glanced at the meal that she had prepped for them, already sliced in half and garnished.

"I just act differently around you guys."

"Hmm?"

"We're not close! That's why I can say anything I want!"

Smiley grinned. Angry got angry.

What a revelation.

Unironically.

After they chatted about her life and ate the food, she placed the leftovers on a plastic container, putting slightly more oil so does it doesn't expire that easily. After she closed the cabinet, she glanced down and placed a hand on her chin.

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