Re: Yuki to the Rescue?

He made his way into the bathroom in the nick of time for his date with Mr. T. Bowl. The greeting kiss was not as pleasant when Shuichi emptied the contents of his stomach into the shiny, white U-bend. He softly moaned, coughed to clear his throat, and looked pitfully up at the novelist. Shuichi didn't dare speak, just in case he was tempted to repeat the kiss with Yuki.

When his eyes met the novelist's, Shuichi was afraid of the lecture and harsh words he saw behind them. But instead of voicing his real feelings, Shuichi attempted to look as haughty as he could slumped against the floor and toilet. He stared right back at Yuki, matching a leer for a leer.

" Of course I can read. It's not like you wouldn't have made the same mistake if you were starving."