life.style - cookies

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life.style is a series of drables. They are completely original, and MINE. What do you think about making a short novel out of these characters? Most of these stories are rated T, but there are also some that are rated K+, but none below that. (Check my journal for more)

"I have cookies today with lunch. Would you like some, Tooro?" Kiit asked.

"Are you just asking me because I'm fat?" Arai asked.

Everyone laughed. "You're not fat, Tooro. You're just.. 'overweight.'"

"Yeah, fat."

"You're not fat, man. Just eat the cookies," Sakurai said and grabbed a cookie from Meki and shoved it in his mouth. "Good?"

Arai took a bite and chewed on it. "Yeah. Where'd you buy them, Kitt?"

"I don't know; my mom got them yesterday."

"Kiit, can I have one?" Kisaki asked.

"Sure." Meki took out another cookie and gave it to him.

"Wow, they are good." Soon, everyone was eating from Meki's bag of cookies except for Meki, who apparently didn't like them all too much and had packed them purely for her friends.

At the end of the day, she got a phone call from her mom telling her she was being picked up. In the car, Meki asked, "Mom, where did you buy those cookies?"

Meki's mom, Momorio, looked at her daughter inquisitively. "What cookies, Meki? I didn't buy any cookies."

"Of course, you did! Yesterday, remember? You left the package on the front bench when you came home from work..." Meki stopped talking when she acknowledged her mother's expression. "Those weren't cookies, were they, mother?" Momoiro shook her head. "What were they?"

"Dog biscuits for our new dog, Zakuro. I managed to get a tester bag with no label." Meki smacked her head with the palm of her hand and at once thinking of texting her friends, realizing telling them would cause a commotion. "Did you share with your friends, though?" she asked, laughing.

"Oh, sure! They were the only ones who ate them." Mother and daughter laughed together in the care while driving back home.