<div class="floatright">(http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/c/un/03/z5/mebigpants.jpg)</div><div align="center">Aika</div><br/>http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16416?message=true (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/16416?message=true)<br/><br/>Lifting a metal basket out of hot oil, the blue haired girl looked over at her friend from the kendo club.<em>He really is rising to the occasion.  I knew he was such a man, but holding things in that long can't be good for him.  I wonder if it would help if I let myself cry again, where he was the only one to hold me?</em><br/><br/>"I'm feeling better now, Shine-kun," Aika replied with a dimpling smile.  She pressed a tray into the stove, then let the contents of the basket roll out onto a platter.  She carried them over to the table where the two were working on the guns.  "Please enjoy, Rika-san, and thank you again for your hospitality.  Shine-kun, i hope you like them."