[It is snowing, as the window behind Anko shows. This displeases Anko as she sits in the small kitchen in what has effectively become her house, she's lived there so long. On the kitchen counter. Hey, no one ever said Anko had a proper respect for chairs. No need for a blanket today though, with the skirts of
this outfit bunched around her legs.
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Oh. What, like... uh... ramen?
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Yeah, sure, something like that. And then maybe you'll stop moping or something.
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Moping!? I'm not moping? I'm just walking, look?
[... and he'll show you Anko, this is him walking through the room and into the kitchen.]
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Fine. Don't blame me if it makes your noodles soggy.
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Are you making ramen?
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Oh yeah!?
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You have the world's worst one-track mind ever, you know that kid?
[But even with all that sarcasm, she's getting herself--and all those skirts--off the counter to get some ramen.]
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Ramen's goooood.
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Here. [She lobs one over to him. Catch.]
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[He shuffles over, looking at she pulls something out, grinning wildly and catching the package eyes wide.]
Aaaaah! Ramen's awesome 'ttebayo!
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[she rolls her eyes, still grinning] Yeah, yeah, we know.
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[He's shifting around the kitchen, obviously looking for a method to cook these by, shooting her a grin.]
Ah, I wish we had Ichiraku here though, huh?
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Aa... And a dango shop.
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