"Remind me again why I came?"
Kaze frowned, tossing the remote at Ryuga's face. He glowered slightly in her direction, yellow-golden eyes narrowed as he caught it. "And what the hell am I supposed to do with this?"
"Watch TV, dumbass," she retorted. "Find a movie. I'm gonna get the popcorn."
Ryuga smirked as the brunette left, flicking through channels on TV. His eyes lingered on the horror movie and he left it on, fingering his silver-white hair.
"Ryuga! I can't reach-"
There was a deafening silence after a crash from the kitchen.
"Kaze, what did you do?" Ryuga yelled, aruptly shooting upright. No one answered him. Sparing a last glance at the darkened room of the horro movie, he left the room.
"You gotta to be kidding me."
Kaze huffed from where she lay under a massive pile of cereal boxes and other various things from the pantry. "Shut up," she grumbled, squirming. "I think I have, like, eight cans on my stomach."
"You poor thing," Ryuga mocked, leaning against the doorframe with clearly no intentions to help her. She brushed several small packets of hot coco from her head, then attempted to move.
"Dammit, you piece of-"
Ryuga glanced up in the pantry, quickly locating the popcorn- at a height where Kaze could not reach, clearly.
"You could've just asked for help," he grunted as he reached for it, pulling it off the shelf and holding it out to her.
"Shut up, Kishatu. You wouldn't of have helped anyway," she replied, about to reach for the bag before changing direction and grabbing his wrist to pull herself up and flicking his forehead.
"True."
With that, he turned and headed back in the living room.
"Hey, you're not leaving me here to clear this up!"
"Yes, I am."
"DAMN YOU!"
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