"I wonder what I'll do today." Ringo said. "Maybe mess with Yukue, maybe date Ochiba again."
A second of silence passed before he started snickering, then broke into laughter. "Ha! Yea right—"
CRASH!
A spear blasted through his window. Ringo jolted upright, snatching the cover up to his chin, blinking at the spear wide-eyed. His feather—the cursed thing—popped like one of those firecrackers.
"...Yeah. Right," he muttered, sliding back under his covers. "I'll just deal with tomorrow—"
CRASH!
A wild Lee Yin dropkicked through the same window, rolling to her feet and breaking the very rule of all things scary: snatching Ringo out of his bed. "You are going to explain a-lot Ringo!" She barked, shaking him in the air.
"E—explain— wha—?" he stammered. "Lee—!" He grabbed her shoulders, his head—and eyes— spinning. "Can you please stop shaking me?"
Still holding him by the collar, she at least stopped shaking him. She instead chose to shout shout straight through his ears, "What in the hell were you thinking?!"
"About..?" Possibly because he was jarred, the context seemed, absent.
"The date! The date with Ochiba!"
"Oh, that."
"Yes! That!"
Ringo rolled his eyes, taking a moment to answer. "I had nothing to do with it."
Lee Yin's eyes twitched, letting Ringo drop. "You. Had. Nothing?! To do with the date I watched you go on?"
Ringo simply shrugged, shaking his head. "Not a thing."
Lee Yin dragged a hand across her face, then pinched her nose. "Kindly explain how?" she growled.
"A little feather on my head took over my—"
"A little—" She lifted him by the collar again "What nonsense are you spouting!?"
Though she asked, Lee Yin stopped him at the first breath—by tossing him back on the bed. "Don't even, I'm not hearing another stupid answer."
"Some interrogation—" Ringo sat up to meet a scowl.
"ENOUGH JOKES!" She yanked her spear out of the floor and pointed it at Ringo. "I saw that fumbling about, the broken confession! Why would any part of you even be that shy around Ochiba?!"
Ringo scoffed at the image of him twirling his fingers in front of Ochiba. "Well this thing," He tugged the feather, "Isn't any part of me." Flicking it dismissively out of his fingers, he added. "It's its own type of moron."
"Well then I'll assume that last outburst was you?"
"Yes— wait, how much did you watch?"
"Enough."
"Well, why didn't you attack Ochiba?"
"It wasn't the time."
"..It wasn't the time to attack the man who you hunted across china and japan? Who was right in front of you?"
Lee Yin paused. There was a noise building up, a twitch of the eye, all threatened a growl. But all that came was a sigh, a looong sigh. "I work there..."
"Don't tell me!" Ringo gasped. "A job? More important than your vengeance?"
"What? No!" she barked, though, the ounces of certainty were fading. "...I've hated him for eleven years... The moment won't be at a restaurant."
"Eleven years—" Another glare derailed that train. So he corrected himself. "Nothing's meant to last."
"Yes, it should end at the greatest moment of his life, then I run him through with my—"
"No no no. I was thinking... Moving on?"
"Ahaha," she monotoned. "Are you allergic to good ideas?"
Of course Ringo had to respond in what may have been his last question. "You?"
…
Thwack—Prick—"Prick!"—Pow!
Our time with Ringo ends with a slight change of scenery—Torn sheets, ruined tables, broken cups, and a slightly wounded stork body.
Well, "body" is an overstatement.
Ringo really just went back to sleep after handing a legitimate club card —and a piglet— to Lee Yin.