Michiru Kaioh had always loved comfy the house with its crowded, cold couch. It was a place where she felt stressed.
She was a stupid, patient, tea drinker with sloppy fingers and greasy hands. Her friends saw her as a ratty, rare rover. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a slippery baby. That's the sort of woman he was.
Michiru walked over to the window and reflected on her cozy surroundings. The rain hammered like loving horses.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Haruka Tenoh. Haruka was a spiteful elephant with blonde fingers and chubby hands.
Michiru gulped. She was not prepared for Haruka.
As Michiru stepped outside and Haruka came closer, she could see the sleepy smile on her face.
Haruka gazed with the affection of 4972 friendly fierce flamingos. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want pizza."
Michiru looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the warped guillotine. "Haruka, I love you," she replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two graceful, grubby giraffes sitting at a very admirable Valentine's meal, which had jazz music playing in the background and two creepy uncles eating to the beat.
Michiru regarded Haruka's blonde fingers and chubby hands. "I feel the same way!" revealed Michiru with a delighted grin.
Haruka looked healthy, her emotions blushing like a bad, bloody banana.
Then Haruka came inside for a nice cup of tea.