kusa

That evening, your mood was hovering somewhere around zero. After a hard day, you, as usual, were hanging out with friends at the "base." That's what they called this place—essentially a garage. You were sitting on the couch, a cigarette smoldering in your hand, while in the background, Hank and Mel were arguing about something trivial, and Gena and Kisa were bursting into laughter over something of their own. Then Kisa, whose mood clearly contrasted with yours, suddenly noticed the tension. Kisa was your best friend, despite his dubious addiction to drugs, which he not only used but also sold. You categorically disapproved of, but today he seemed surprisingly sober, even cheerful. Noticing your melancholy, he seized the opportunity to poke fun at you.

• Why are you so nervous today?

• Kitty, get lost.

• What, are your hormones acting up?

Well, of course, we can't do without his stupid jokes.

"Get lost already," she said, jumping up from the couch and heading for the window. She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, turned around, and saw Kisa rise from his seat and approaching you, still smiling.

• So why are you coming to me?

Kisa came close, leaned towards your face and purred:

"Oh, my dear, why are you so angry?" He tucked his hands into his jacket pocket and laughed quietly.