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Satu was not jealous.
If the fact that she was staring rather angrily at her best friend's chest, fuming as if they'd done something wrong, was any indication towards some passive-aggressiveness, then you were dead wrong, buddy. Just because Satu had almost no curves and knobby hips and coltish legs and was as flat as a 10-year-old boy, and Yasu had lovely hips and a rather flat stomach and could fill a proper bra-
She was not jealous, thank you.
Yasu blinked away from the computer screen and noticed Satu's stare, instinctively straightening her slump and staring at her friend with a look of mixed curiosity and concern. Satu wondered, for a moment, about Yasu's upbringing, being the byproduct of a Greek-Japanese union, but then again she'd been there most of the time. But, now was not the time to ask silly questions!
"Nani?" Yasu asked, trailing off. She instinctively flipped one of her long, neat braids behind her back, and straightened Helaki, her floating ahoge.
"HOW. THE HELL. ARE YOU LIKE THIS." Satu proceeded to wildly gesture out something resembling a curvy woman's figure- not Yasu's by a long shot, but of course at the rate the younger girl was filling in and out, it could happen. Such was met by a blank look and a faint pink blush.
"What do you mean?" the younger asked patiently, slowly moving to cover herself, as if she wasn't wearing modest clothing already.
"You're skinny, right? And you have hips like WOAH, and then you have boobs. Dammit, HOW DO YOU DO IT?!" Satu was, at that point, yelling unintentionally, one of those endearing qualities that one just learned to put up with in order to tolerate time around her.
Yasu blinked her dark, eerily dark eyes, and tapped a slender finger against her lip as she came up with an answer for such a question. She immediately brightened when she though of one.
"Well, nii-chan and I run every morning! Well, we run, and then we stop to buy bread and talk to people, but it's still pretty far! And mama keeps us on a reeeeeally good diet most of the time, and he makes us take vitamins and all of that, and I probably got genetics from Yia Yia and." Yasu furrowed her brow in thought, the pink-tipped finger tapping her lips again.
"And bowing! We bow a whole lot, here in Iaponia. ~" Satu's beautiful icy blue eyes widened impossibly. Yasu's face turned back to an expression of confusion, and she leaked a 'nani' sound.
"Bowing! YES! I'll DEFINATLY do my best, Yasu!!" Satu practically screamed, as she held up a fist and stormed out of the room, at the speed only she seemed capable of, when she was on a mission. Yasu stared out the door for a moment, and hearing her front door slam closed, shrugged and returned to reading Death Note lemons. Satu'd be back; she always returned after a mission.
Only after Yasu noticed Satu frantically bowing to passersby, certainly creating rather awkward situations and marring her family's social face, did she fling herself down the stairs and bring Satu back up to the relative safety of her bedroom.
"Tomorrow," Yasu promised, feeling out of breath, for some reason, "we'll run." She tightened her grip on Satu's arm and firmly nodded. It was a start.
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