Ania

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“A little to the left.”

I growl under my breath as i pick up the brown couch, dropping it two steps to the left.

“More, Ania.”

I roll my eyes. “You said a little.”

Stern, green eyes flash with authority. “A little more to the left, Ania.”

“Why don’t you move it to your preferred location, Vie.” I snap.

She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she dryly says, “You are the vampire. You are stronger.”

“Remember that the next time you threaten to kick my ass.” We stand chest to stomach, me glaring a full foot above me.

“Get a room, you two.” Chizu squeaks as she ambles down the stairs, carrying a box labeled “Rat’s Useless Crap” in brown marker. She sets it down carefully which is even more menacing than if she had chucked it at us with all her might. “After I personally have a talking to to whoever labeled this box.” Her anger is pointed at Vie whose grin spreads from ear to ear.

“I think it is very accurate.” chuckles Vie as she noisily sucks her lollipop, the stick swishing from side to side like a cigarette. “You are a rat and that box is full of your useless crap. I can not see how I can be any more clear.”

This girl. Sometimes, she really needs a swift kick in that candy-loving jaw of hers. Too bad Chizu is too sweet to do that. I’m sure she thinks of it quite often. I can see it on her dark brown face as her brown ears twitch with agitation.

“First of all, wampire, I’m a mouse. Second, manga is not useless, you uncultured swine!”

“Oh,” Vie makes a sound of mock disapproval, “silly Chizu. How could you not notice that beneath your manga-” she purposefully pronounces the a like the first in animal instead of like the h in honest. The scoundrel- “is your ridiculous foreign music CD’s?”

“I did notice.” Her hand snatches the half eaten lollipop from Vie’s mouth and throws it on the floor, grounding it with her furry foot like a disgusting cockroach. She then looks up at Vie and snaps, “You suck.”

“Quite often.” Vie winks as she retrieves another lollipop from her pocket. Chizu slaps it out the tan hand only to watch as another appears in Vie’s mouth.

“And who’s gonna have to clean that mess up?” I mutter, pointing to myself. “This girl.”

Before any more candy is thrown, the front door bursts open, turning our attention to a bright-eyed Alicia holding a limp guy. “Look what I found,” she sings.