Kamp Kuma
Ammon didn’t say anything, but instead watched me carefully. I could feel him just staring, it was a little weird.
“Oh! That’s right, while you were fetching our fourth roommate, Ryori dropped off some menus!” Itami said, pushing two menus towards Doro and I.
“Who’s Ryori?” I asked, reaching for a menu.
“The Ultimate Chef!” Itami grinned,”She’s a real doll, if you ask me.”
“Very kind.” Ammon agreed.
The other three had all picked up the menus and were reading it. I, on the other hand, was trying extremely hard to not scream. I had knocked a fork off the table and it somehow got lodged into my thigh. And oh lord, it hurts. I muttered a few swears before yanking it out. I winced at the throbbing pain. I quickly wrapped the fork in a napkin, praying no one had noticed.
“Are you a safety hazard to just yourself? Or to others?” Ammon asked, setting down his menu to speak to me. Doro kept his menu up, but Itami lowered his to listen. Ammon continued,”Because from what I just saw, your Ultimate seems more detrimental to yourself.”
I stared at my thigh, which was bleeding as I responded,”I’m a safety hazard to everyone and everything, including myself. I genuinely hate it. So much.”
“But it’s not intentional?” Ammon asked.
“Not at all! Never! I would never want to cause a gas leak or a house fire or-”
“Or stabbing yourself in the thigh with a fork, I get it.” Ammon muttered.
I nodded hesitantly as I used one of the tissues to dab away the blood off my thigh.
“Your nose is bleeding again too.” Doro added, still not looking up from his menu.
While I grabbed another tissue to cover my nose, Itami set his menu down and reached into his pants pocket. After a second, he looked confused as he found nothing. Doro snickered and pulled a pen out of his own pocket and pushed it towards Itami.
“Now, Doro! If I would have known you were so interested in pens-” Itami started to advertise.
“Nope.” Ammon said, cutting him off. Itami frowned, but stayed quiet. Our entire table was quiet, we just felt really awkward. Hopefully we’ll find a common interest soon.
“Oh! That’s right, while you were fetching our fourth roommate, Ryori dropped off some menus!” Itami said, pushing two menus towards Doro and I.
“Who’s Ryori?” I asked, reaching for a menu.
“The Ultimate Chef!” Itami grinned,”She’s a real doll, if you ask me.”
“Very kind.” Ammon agreed.
The other three had all picked up the menus and were reading it. I, on the other hand, was trying extremely hard to not scream. I had knocked a fork off the table and it somehow got lodged into my thigh. And oh lord, it hurts. I muttered a few swears before yanking it out. I winced at the throbbing pain. I quickly wrapped the fork in a napkin, praying no one had noticed.
“Are you a safety hazard to just yourself? Or to others?” Ammon asked, setting down his menu to speak to me. Doro kept his menu up, but Itami lowered his to listen. Ammon continued,”Because from what I just saw, your Ultimate seems more detrimental to yourself.”
I stared at my thigh, which was bleeding as I responded,”I’m a safety hazard to everyone and everything, including myself. I genuinely hate it. So much.”
“But it’s not intentional?” Ammon asked.
“Not at all! Never! I would never want to cause a gas leak or a house fire or-”
“Or stabbing yourself in the thigh with a fork, I get it.” Ammon muttered.
I nodded hesitantly as I used one of the tissues to dab away the blood off my thigh.
“Your nose is bleeding again too.” Doro added, still not looking up from his menu.
While I grabbed another tissue to cover my nose, Itami set his menu down and reached into his pants pocket. After a second, he looked confused as he found nothing. Doro snickered and pulled a pen out of his own pocket and pushed it towards Itami.
“Now, Doro! If I would have known you were so interested in pens-” Itami started to advertise.
“Nope.” Ammon said, cutting him off. Itami frowned, but stayed quiet. Our entire table was quiet, we just felt really awkward. Hopefully we’ll find a common interest soon.