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- "Oh my god."
- Saki strode towards Sora, jabbing a finger into his chest.
- "You. You're a douchebag."
- "What?"
- "Hang on, let me just sort of reach over and..." She took out a card and punched it, retrieving a pen. She reached forward with the pen, and Sora shoved her back.
- "What are you doing?!"
- "Writing it on your forehead, stupid. Someone like you deserves a label."
- "What - no - geddoff!"
- One vigorous slapfight later, Sora and Saki stepped away from each other. He adjusted his cravat and huffed.
- "What is your DEAL?!"
- "Saki Hamada, professional douchebag hunter."
- "The hell?"
- "My name and profession, moron. Oh my god, I can't believe I came from such an idiot."
- "Why are you such a bitch?!"
- "Whoa whoa whoa." Saki stepped forward. "Lesson one: I am not a bitch. I am fucking great. You got it?!"
- "You're crazy, gurl."
- "Psssh." Saki waved him off. "You're a flamboyant asshole. Found a nice boy to settle down with yet?"
- "Wh- but- I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!"
- "Sure, and I'm a goblin from Mars. Troll. Whatever."
- Sora took a step back and turned around. "I'm outta here."
- "I'm sorry, what was that?" Saki smiled and concentrated, stole his will.
- "I'm a fucking chicken who can't stand getting called out as a douchebag!"
- "Gee, that's weird! I didn't expect you to admit it."
- "Let me show you!" Sora looked enraged as he was forced to turn around.
- Saki clapped her hands together. "Go ahead!"
- And so, she forced him to do the Chicken Dance right then and there.
- Eventually, someone would come and break them up.
- Eventually.
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