Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Mon, 29 Apr 2002 19:14:44 -0400 Mark Gunther <iceboy3@hotmail.com> wrote:
"I'll admit that it has been bothering me. The dinner rushes aren't
enough to keep me afloat{, as I would like :}. But what does that have to do
with both of you?" Ukyou replied slowly.
"Do you honestly think {shampoo : Shampoo} was doing all the cooking at the
Nekohanten? Do you honestly think Cologne could stand all those hours in
front of a stove without a break? I cooked close to 40 hours out of a
70-hour workweek because of those two's issues. I was taught to cook by my
mother and Cologne. I know what I'm doing."
"Principally, you'll have more time out to be able to take care of and
be a friend to Ranma. I mean, we all know that {akane's : Akane's} not doing a good job
of it, so this will open the door for you to snatch him up." Nabiki flinched
inwardly as she heard Mousse's words against her sister but she kept her
poker faced smile on her lips. Her control shocked even herself as she
listened in with Mousse. "With the lessened stress of the morning off your
shoulders, you can concentrate on winning that boy over."
"Fair enough," Nabiki said as she began to put her papers in order.
Mousse followed suit and in a moment both were standing and looking at the
cook at her register. "We'll leave this with you so you can make a
decision." she dropped another folder beside the register, which Ukyou
promptly snatched up and slid under the countertop. At that, both {youth : youths} left
and walked out the door, leaving a slightly shaken Ukyou alone with her
feelings. She could barely hear Konatsu behind her as her hands went on
their own accord. Her unconscious mind centered on the tasks as hand but her
conscious mind rattled with the thoughts of the encounter. She was shook,
well and truly.
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"You know I should slap you for what you said about my sister, Mousse,"
Nabiki said softly as they stood outside the restaurant, a kiddie corner
between their destinations. The subway station seemed to exude a certain
heat and tension as they walked towards it. "I may think she has less on the
ball then {other : some others} but she's still my family. I don't want you badmouthing
her."
"Let's not talk about it now. Let's go back to your house and talk. I
want you to come over for dinner tonight so we can talk more." With Nabiki
pressed herself against the window glass of the car. Mousse slid in next to
her as the car began to fill up with people. The train lurched forward and
picked up speed as it roared down the line. Mousse felt Nabiki's arm slide
around his waist and hold on tight, her head resting against his shoulder
slightly. He looked down and saw the incredible confidence that normally
permeated her face has drained away. Instead of a confident, forward moving
young woman beside him, all that clutched at him was a frightened looking
girl.
I don't think Ucchan's and the Nekohanten were far enough appart that a
train ride would be necessary.