Kami Yoshinori looked at the sock chair in her hands and felt Angry.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her dingy surroundings. She had always loved dark Japan's national karate stadium with its flaky, few fighting match squares. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel Angry.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of jonha Yoshinori. jonha was a short Coward with tall long legs, and lanky .
Kami gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a tired, strong, Monster energy drinker with thin leg neck and lean . Her friends saw her as a slimy, straight Saint. Once, she had even saved a queasy Mom that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a tired person who had once saved a queasy Mom that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what jonha had in store today.
The Snow flurried like punching Snake, making Kami Annoyed.
As Kami stepped outside and jonha came closer, she could see the slippery glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want competition," jonha bellowed, in an angry tone. He slammed his fist against Kami's chest, with the force of 6214 Skunk. "I frigging love you, Kami yoshinori."
Kami looked back, even more Annoyed and still fingering the sock chair. "jonha, lets fight," she replied.
They looked at each other with tired feelings, like two spilt, steady spider kicking at a very alone Fighting match, which had lofi music playing in the background and two scared uncles Running to the beat.
Kami regarded jonha's tall legs neck and lanky . She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered jonha.
"Please?" begged Kami with puppy dog eyes.
jonha looked weak, his body blushing like a whispering, worried window.
Then jonha came inside for a nice drink of Monster energy.
