When they finally finished, Ryo stacked them on a plate. "Smells good!"
Mag frowned, about to go comfort him until she remembered he didn't like her. Oh yeah, well--he doesn't bother me anymore. I'm not going back to live with them.
Gathering some nerve, she smacked his back with her cane and took off hobbling in the opposite direction, trying to run.
(. . .What did I say. Ryo's a softie, and Mag's a pain ## ### ####.
"BYE SUCKKKKER!!" would fit in perfectly here too.)
The history of the world, my pet
Is to learn forgiveness and try to forget
And life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning