As soon as Makoto put out the fire, - using an emergency box of baking soda kept around in case Minako or Usagi cooks something, - she glanced over her shoulder and had to bite her tongue.
The wolfgirl Senshi of Destruction was the picture of lupine misery. Her ears were pressed tightly to her scalp and she was holding her stilled tail tightly in her fuzzy hands. There were tears in the corners of her eyes and she was whispering quietly while in the throes of her self-pity. "all gone...whine...all that tasty meat...whine-whine...burned up...whiiiiiine...poof."
Makoto sighed, as she placed the skillet into the sink. 'Well,' she told herself, her mental tone reflecting the situation, 'as much as Haruka-kun and Michuru-chan want to think otherwise, Hotaru is still Hotaru. Seeing as how Setsuna helped her do it, it must not have much difference upon the Senshi transformation.' She lifted a brow at that. 'So, if anyone else wanted to do it, she wouldn't have any problems! ' She allowed herself to smile as she wiped off her hands. 'Now, what spices do I want to splice...?'
She turned to the smaller girl and ruffled her hair. "Don't sweat it, Hotaru-chan," she soothed. "You're in luck. There's this little café I wanted to check out..."
As the pair were within arm's reach of the 'Anthro Diner', Hotaru suddenly bristled, her ears both swivling against her head. The small furry-girl pulled her full-human friend into the building with a surprising amount of force.
Before the taller girl could even ask, her companion filled her in. "I smelled them," she growled. "They were coming down the street, both smelling really angry." They ducked to the side and looked out the front window.
Haruka and Michuru stormed by the front of the restaurant, in high dudgeon. Neither of them even looked beside them in their swift walk toward the Inner Senshi's normal haunts. The pair inside the building spared each other a quick glance and released a relieved sigh. A sudden voice caused them to whirl in place. "Welcome to the Anthro Diner, formerly the Cosplay Café. Would you like a booth?"
They blinked at the obviously Spliced waitress. She carried a high percentage of canine DNA, more than likely of some sort of bloodhound. Her hair color was a piebald mass of brown black and white, which matched the fur covering her face and long, floppy ears. She had a easy-going smile, that fit well with her chosen profession. The woman blinked once, then knelt down and looked directly into Hotaru's eyes, her own sparkling in joy. "Oh, how precious!" she cooed. "A little Wolfgirl! Eeeee!"
The somewhat shy Hotaru leaned into Makoto's leg. "th-thank you," she muttered out. "can we get a booth, please?"
The beaglewoman gave the nervous girl a disarming smile. "Alright, young lady," she responded soothingly. "Let's get some food into you, too." She glanced up at Makoto. "In case you haven't figured it out, the owner decided that the old cosplay idea was getting dull. So, he decided to spice things up." She waved a hand at herself as she stood. "All of us working here are required to Splice ourself with a different spices at least once a month. It's paid for by the boss, and his only requirement is to look mostly Humanoid." She indicated a few of her co-workers as she lead the pair to their seats, pointing out a wasp-girl carrying four different types of tea as she buzzed around the tables merrily. "It's surprising how creative some of my coworkers can be, though." She indicated the booth they finally stopped at. "Please sit and your hostess will be around to take your order in a few moments."
The pair sat down and began to rubberneck at all the Spliced people in one place. They were brought out of their distraction by a voice crying, "Hotaru?!!?" It was...
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