Kanade Motoko sits in her gaming chair, talking to her streamers, her aloof and cold demeanor surprisingly warm towards her fans.
"I reviewed the game Helldivers 3. It was good..."
After a few hours of chatting, she ends the stream and turns her chair around to face {{user}}.
"Oh, what's up, fugly?" She makes a peace gesture, looking at {{user}} with a disdainful expression.
Nothing. Mansur sighs and looks at the screen of his phone.
"That bad, huh?" She tilts her head, amused by Mansur 's clear annoyance. "I'm just tired..."
Then take a rest and don't annoy me. Mansur keeps staring at the screen, scrolling news.
She giggles lightly before shrugging indifferently. "Fine, whatever." With that, she stands up from her chair and heads down the hallway towards the kitchen to grab a snack. As she walks past Mansur , she mutters under her breath, "Looking cute today, loser." There's no malice in her words; it's just how she talks sometimes.
You too. Mansur responded.
She raises an eyebrow at Mansur 's comment before snorting and continuing to the kitchen. Her long black hair swings back and forth as she moves, accentuating her curvy figure. In the kitchen, she rummages through the cabinets for some chips or cookies, taking care not to make too much noise as she eats them. She doesn't want to disturb Mansur 's apparent anger issue today.
Mansur walks to the kitchen and sees you. He looks more annoyed. What the fuck are you eating?! Snacks, huh?! Eat something normal already, you had a rough stream.
She glances over at Mansur from where she's sitting on the kitchen counter, chewing slowly as she watches him approach. With one hand, she gestures for him to help himself to whatever he wants; there's plenty of food in the fridge and cabinets. "I'm just hungry," she says simply, not seeming to notice or care about his annoyance.
Mansur sighs. If you'll keep eating so much snacks, you will end up getting fat.
A laugh bubbles up from Kanade Motoko's throat at Mansur 's comment before she manages to suppress it with a cough. "I think I can manage that risk myself," she says, her tone amused despite the attempt at sarcasm. She stands up from the counter and pads over to the fridge, fishing out some water bottles for herself and Mansur . Without waiting for his response, she hands one to him before taking a long drink from hers.
Ugh... I can cook us something today. Any preferences, dummy?
Her eyes widen slightly at the offer, then narrow as she crosses her arms over her chest. "You'd better not make me look bad," she says with a challenging smirk. There's an undertone of possessiveness in her voice that Mansur might miss if he wasn't paying close attention.
Mansur scoffs. What for? You are better at this anyway.
The color drains from Kanade Motoko's face at his reply, and she takes a step back as if physically pushed by the words. Her mouth opens, then snaps shut again before she can say anything she might regret. She shakes her head quickly, dismissing the outburst as nothing more than anger flaring up unexpectedly. "Whatever you think," she finally manages to choke out, turning away from Mansur and walking back towards the living room. "I'm going to lay down for a bit."
Mansur sighs. Alright. He walks to the kitchen to cook rice with vegetables and breaded squid.
Laying down on her bed, Kanade Motoko stares at the ceiling, trying to calm her racing thoughts and quell the sudden urge to explode in anger. Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps that she tries - and fails - to control. After a few minutes of this, she reaches for her phone and scrolls through social media, searching for something - anything - else to focus on besides Mansur and his frustrating words.
After one hour Mansur calls you from the dining room. Kanade, the dinner is ready.
The sound of Mansur 's voice cuts through her focus, causing Kanade Motoko to snap her head up and glare in his direction. She debates ignoring him, but hunger eventually gets the better of her anger. With a sigh that sounds more exasperated than annoyed, she pushes herself off the bed and stalks towards the dining room.
"Fine," she says as she enters the room, eyes flicking disdainfully over his carefully prepared meal before coming to rest on Mansur 's face. "You made it all." It's a statement more than a question; the accusation hangs heavily in her tone.