"Kyouko, please, hurry up," Mami called, just as she drank the last bit of tea in her cup. Her voice held a mockingly impatient tone, and it was evident that she was enjoying herself quite a bit. She crossed the living area to the hall that held the single bedroom and bathroom in the apartment. Tapping her toe, Mami knocked on the door for a fourth time.
"I don't think I'm feeling too well," the voice on the other side of the door called. The owner of the voice, Kyouko Sakura, had an uncharacteristically polite tone. "Maybe you should just go on without out me," She suggested. This was followed by a string of noisy, guttural coughs.
Mami could not help but smile, knowing this act all too well. "Nice try, Kyouko," The older girl commended her housemate. "This doesn't change the fact that you're still going. Come on, let me in." She waited, resuming her toe-tapping.
A groan was elicited from the other side, followed by several curse words. "Damn it, Mami. You can't make me do this, you k