Honoka stood primly by the large pool table in the center of the room, facing Michi, who lazily tossed and caught a cue ball in one hand.
You telling me you’ve never played pool before??
Um… yeah? It’s not that weird.
Hey Tim, listen to this, can you believe she’s never played pool?
Um– well, I mean, pool tables aren’t as common nowadays I guess… I’m not sure I’ve ever actually played–
What’s she carrying that pool stick around for, then?
Honoka scoffed, brandishing her cane in his face like a disgruntled schoolteacher.
I already told you, this is not a pool stick!! It’s a hickory dancing cane specially ordered from Germany–
Michi looked back and forth between the cane and the pool sticks hanging on the wall, scratching his neck and keeping up the ruse perfectly.
You sure you didn’t grab it from over there? There’s an empty spot…
Just needs some chalk on it!
He grabbed a chalk cube and managed to squeak off a little green powder on the tip of Honoka’s cane. As soon as she realized what was happening, though, she thwacked him on the shoulder vociferously.
Don’t touch th– It’s in your hand!! You have it in your hand right there!!!
Huh? What? Where’d that come from?!
Michi reacted with mock surprise to the pool stick in his hand– that he’d pilfered from the rack on the wall while she wasn’t watching. This was funny and all, but Honoka seemed genuinely worked up about it… she was probably just worn out and not at her most observant.
Uh– Michi, why don’t you just leave her alone? We’ve all had a really stressful day…
Huh? But she’s funny when she’s mad.