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"I ... don't think ... I can make it ... Leave , buddy ... Run ... And save yourself ..." Larry said in a weak voice. His head leaned against the back of his chair, his eyes stared at dimly, his hand lifted to weakly as if his life almost escaped from his body.
"Hang on! You can do it!" I encouraged him.
"I ... Can't ..." His voice sounded like a dying tragic hero in a low budget action movie. Then his hand fell limply onto the desk and his eyes closed.
- Plak!
I smacked his head with a book.
"Awww!" He rubbed his head and opened his eyes.
"Don't be so dramatic. You just need one more page," I said irritably.
"Huhuhu ... Can you do it for ?" he whined.
"I've done half of your assignnt. That's more than enough." Again, I gave him another death glare.
"Huh ... uh ..." he whined as he gave a pleading look, like a kid asking his parents for toys.
And my expression didn't change.
He pulled the end of my t-shirt repeatedly.
"Pleaseeee ...." he said with a pleading voice and an innocent smile.
I rolled up the book in my hand and smacked his hand like swatting a fly.
"Awww!" He pulled his hand and rubbed it with his other hand. His eyes were still looking at with a pleading look.
I replied by shaking my head slightly towards his laptop on his desk, telling him to continue working on his assignnt.
"anie," he grumbled.
"If you say that one more ti, I won't help you anymore," I threatened.
"Ahhh! Okay, okay. I'm sorry," he said in a panic.
I shook my head slightly towards his laptop once again.
Even though his face looked sour, his hands were back on the keyboard. I leaned my back in my chair, opened the book in my hand and continued to read it. In contrast to Larry who sat facing his desk, I sat with the back of my chair facing his desk while I faced his room which was filled with ga posters on his wall.
After that, we fell silent. All I could hear was the sound of Larry's fingers on the keyboard.
Minutes passed, I closed the book in my hand and turned to my side to check on Larry since I started hearing strange noises from him. I gasped in shock since Larry looked like an overheated zombie. His blank eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers kept moving swiftly on the keyboard while his mouth was muttering sothing.
'He looks like an author on his deadline.'
My gaze shifted to his laptop screen to check his work.
'Well, at least he's got it right.'
'Body Pillow *?' (Body Pillow / Dakimakura is a type of large pillow from Japan which usually has ani pictures as its cover.)
I walked to that pillow.
'I didn't know he likes sothing like this.' As I approached, a faint sll like iron started to pierce my nose and I recognized it as the blood sll.
I knelt and lowered my head to check under his bed, following the sll. A half-wet demon hunter uniform lay there. After turning to Larry, making sure he didn't see , I reached my hand and took it. Large bloodstains were visible on the uniform's sleeves. I knew it wasn't his blood, because I was sure his hands weren't hurt. Sohow I could imagine how desperately he tried to help his friend last night.
After putting his uniform back to the place, my gaze shifted to the body pillow in front of . I realized that even though the body pillow looked normal, faintly, I could see there was sothing else in it. My hand took the pillow and examined what it was.
'Another demon hunter's uniform ...' It looked like it was his spare uniform.
"Khu - khu - khu ... Finished... At last ... It's finished," his weird murmur startled . Quickly, I returned the uniform and stood up.
"AHHH! What are you doing ?!" his scream made turn my body in shock. While Larry stared at with wide eyes.
"I didn't do anything," I defended myself.
He got up from his chair and walked towards weakly. This ti he looked like a hungry ghost.
"How could you do this to ..."
"What are you talking about?" I kept pretending.
He grabbed the body pillow behind and hugged it dearly. His eyes looked at in annoyance.
"What are you doing to my beloved nana-chan?!"
"Huh?" I only could make a stupid voice since this ti I was really confused .
He showed the girl picture on the body pillow to .
"This is my girlfriend, nana-chan. What did you do to her?"
I was stunned in shock with my jaw dropped.
"So ... that's your girlfriend?" I pointed to his pillow.
"It's 'she' not 'that'! She even can talk!" He pressed the pillow's chest. A cute female voice ca out from there.
"I love you, Larry ~"
"Do you hear that? She said she loves ," he said with a proud smile.
"Right ..." I didn't know he was afraid that I would find his uniform or he really liked that pillow. But either way, it was fine for as long as he was happy.
"Are you trying to snatch her away from ?" he asked again.
I shook my head side to side.
"I'm not into that kind of thing."
"It's 'her' not 'that kind of thing'," he asserted.
"Ah, yeah. I an her. You should take care of it - her. It would be really bad if you lost her." What I an was the uniform inside that pillow. I needed to admit, no one would have thought there was a demon hunter uniform in there.
He turned the pillow over facing 'nana-chan' and smiled.
"Of course. I'll take care of her." I could see his gaze was at the demon hunter uniform inside the pillow, not to the pillow's 'face' so I could guess that instead of making the pillow as his girlfriend, he was just using it as a hiding place for his uniform. He turned the pillow to again.
"Hey, do you want to talk to her? She can say other things besides she loves ."
"Nah. I'm good. Thanks," I refused.
"C'mon. It's okay. I won't be mad at you." Looks like he tried to disperse my suspension about that pillow.
"Okay," I accepted his offer only to make him feel he managed to hide his big secret.
My hand reached out to the pillow and pressed the 'chest'. At the sa ti, knocking sounds ca.
* Knock * * Knock * * Knock *
We turned to the door as Larry's mother opened it.
"Dinner's ready!" Then she gasped in shock after seeing Larry hugging the pillow from behind, while I squeezed the pillow 'flat chest', making us look like two single pathetic boys who were trying to **** an innocent body pillow.
"Kyah ~ Stop it ~" A cute female voice ca out of the pillow.
I pulled my hand, while Larry quickly threw the pillow on the bed.
"Ma'am, this is just a misunderstanding," I said quickly.
"Mom, it's not what you think," said Larry at the sa ti. We looked like brothers in cri now.
Larry's mother still stiffened in shock.
"Larry said the pillow could talk so he asked to press it," I tried to explain.
"Yeah, this is a custom pillow. It gives a different soft feeling than the others. I thought Ethan would like it after he tried it," Larry added. Now, he used 'it' instead of 'her'.
"You want Ethan to 'try' it?" Larry's mother said in disbelief. Then she turned to .
"And you agreed to 'do' it ..."
I turned my gaze to Larry and we talked to each other with our eyes like telepathy.
'That sounds wrong. Now she thinks you managed to degenerate .' - Ethan.
'You're right. Let explain it one more ti '- Larry.
Larry turned to his mother.
"Mom, we are just playing with the pillow. It's a normal thing for grown-up n to do it. There's nothing to worry about," he explained in a calm tone.
I facepald myself as I turned to Larry again since his sentences sounded ambiguous and it would only exacerbate her misunderstanding.
'Are you stupid or sothing?' - Ethan.
'Hey, we were really playing with it.' - Larry.
"Ethan ... I thought you could set a good example for Larry. But I was wrong ..." Her shock expression did not change.
"Ma'am, believe . It's just a misunderstanding, we didn't do anything to the pillow. Besides he's not that bad," I tried to defend Larry since I knew he was only using the pillow as a hiding place for his uniform.
"Mom, Ethan won't do that kind of thing." Again, he said that at the sa ti with , making we were trying to cover up each other's cri.
"Right ... I believe in you." But despite her words her eyes stared at us in disappointnt, she looked like a girl who just caught her boyfriend cheating on her. She turned around.
"Don't forget to clean it after you are done. I'll be waiting for you in the dining room."
"Wait! We really don't -" we said at the sa ti.
- Blam!
Before we finished our sentences, the door closed followed by the sound of footsteps. We were stunned in shock.
"Explain it to your mom," I said.
"But how ?? She won't believe whatever I say."
"Are you going to let her think that we are body pillow rapists?"
"Well ... a body pillow rapist doesn't sound as bad as a pathetic single," he tried to be funny. So of his chuckles mixed up when he said it.
And I replied with a flat stare.
"That's worse."
He sighed.
"Yea, I know."
"We better get out of here before she thinks we really 'raped' that pillow." We sighed as we thought how to explain it before we stepped out of the room with the sa thought in our heads.
'Hiding identity isn't an easy task ...'
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