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ce that had sat neglected the whole time and
rapidly downed it's contents. "I'm gonna go now," he said, getting up.
"Ah ah ah! You're going to sit right there until your father comes down."
"Awwww," John said as he sat down, "shit..." Jane giggled, then ducked her
head when Kaede's mother gave Kaede's a stern look.
"John, I told you no swearing at the table. Save it for your friends." Mrs.
Fizzlebot considered Kaede's son's friends. They all seemed to have long hair, worn
out clothes, and tended to make passes at her. "Though where you get such
friends I'll never know."
Only a few more minutes later, Mr. Fizzlebot came down. He had on one
slipper, blue boxer shorts, and one of his wife's nightrobes. His light brown
hair was ruffled crazily. Jane giggled.
"Wherzc'ffee?" he mumbled, stumbling around the kitchen.
"Where it always is dear," Mrs. Fizzlebot said. It was obviously not the
first time Kaede Matsushima had used the phrase. "On the counter."
Mr. Fizzlebot grunted and obtained a mug. He drank down a whole cup, then
re-filled the mug and sat down at his own plate.
"Dad, you look like shit," John commented. Jane giggled again.
"John, I told you no swearing at the table!" Mrs. Fizzl
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