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Fuuka-chaaaaan...."

Once Fuuka was gone, Ena walked into the living room and picked up Koiwai's 
phone, hitting a speed dial button.

"What're you doing?" Miura asked.

Holding up a hand to silence her, Ena waited for a moment, then spoke into 
the receiver.

"Hello, Jumbo-san? It's Ena. I'm at Koiwai-san's place and he's got a little 
trouble and needs help. You've got a power saw, right?" She listened for a 
second, then beamed. "Excellent! Hurry on over."

Miura stared at her. "You. Are. Evil." She grinned. "I like."

Ena giggled. "Well, I think we need to get out of here now."

"Yeah." Miura smirked. "Think we can find a small enough window for YOU to 
get stuck in?"

The short-haired girl sprinted out of the front door, laughing and dodging a 
hailstorm of heavy books.

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That evening, Fuuka was lying on the couch, idly flipping pages in a manga. 
Ena was sitting across the room, working on summer homework.

Asagi walked through on her way to the kitchen. "Hm? Hey, Fuuka!" she 
greeted. "Surprised to see you at home tonight."

"Why shouldn't I be in my own home at night?" Fuuka retorted archly.

Asagi shrugged. "No reason." Unwrapping a popsicle and starting to suck on 
it, she headed back upstairs.

A full minute later, Ena idly remarked, "I guess Koiwai-san can be a real 
pain in the ass, huh?"

Fuuka's eyes widened; she stared, mortified, at her younger sister.

Ena just smirked and wrote something in her homework book.




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