Nakamori Aoko: 045: [In Person]

[abluechild]

[Aoko has noticed that absence of Takami Yoh and had every intention of burying any feelings of grief she felt by eating a pint of ice cream and cleaning the halls and possibly arguing with Kaito

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[catgirlsadist]

[Koto is wandering back through the kitchen, presumably looking for supplies for the devious venture she had planned with Sheldon. When she hears the scream she's alarmed, ears flattening and tail sticking straight out, puffed up. She really does look like a perturbed cat and shivers, thinking that this can't be good.

Unfortunately as she enters the kitchen and stares at the annoyed Aoko cautiously, she is splattered with incriminating evidence; mashed potato all over her arms, her face, in her hair, on her clothes, with some gravy stains thrown in for good measure. If Koto had known what she just got herself into, she would have run. Fast.

Unfortunately for Koto... she's oblivious as to why the small girl in the kitchen is so angry.]

...are you okay?

[abluechild]

[Ordinarily, Aoko would have gotten angry and possibly tried to beat the other girl with some kind of cleaning utensil... however, right now there is more on her mind then she'd ever admit and just kinda stares blankly.]

...Why?

[catgirlsadist]

...because you just, um, screamed?

[And she looks a little worse for wear, too. But Koto isn't going to mention that. She frowns, surveying the mess with new eyes.]

Ooh. This is worse than I thought.

[abluechild]

It's a horrible mess.

[catgirlsadist]

Yeah. [She's still unaware that the mess is what caused Aoko's distress, and looks around rather helplessly. She's never been very domestic, but she feels guilty for the mess... she's obviously the culprit and leaving it here would be, well... just not very classy.]

Er. Is there a... mop or something?