“Haruka, you have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Mina surveyed the trashed kitchen, wrinkling her nose at what could only be described as the smell of decay. Old takeaway boxes, empty bottles and cigarette ashes were scattered across the table in front of her and she sighed as she began cleaning up.
“You owe me one for this, Tenoh, you’re gonna take me to the movies next weekend and you’re gonna buy me the biggest bucket of popcorn,” Mina yelled in the direction of the closed bedroom door.
No reply. Mina frowned. She’d been in there for a good half hour now, “freshening up” as she had called it when she excused herself and Mina had shrugged, figuring it must take a good while to lather her hair in that much product.