The door is opened and shut loudly. A couple walks in their own apartment, talking with each other… or actually arguing?

The short hair one says, “Can’t you just listen to me? I did NOT stare at her chest. I just simply looked at her name tag as she had the same name as one of my friends in high school.”

The long black hair one does not reply and goes to the bedroom and sits on the bed, crossing her hands on her chest; a pout is clearly on her face. The short hair one sighs and follows behind.

Having not been able to take the silent treatment, the short hair one kneels down in front of the long black hair girl and continues, “Come on, Princess. Don’t be like that. You know your Stoopid Servant only loves you.”

Finally Her Highness decides to speak with her angelic voice, “Liar. Get out of the room. Tonight you sleep on the couch.” Exactly it is not a request; it’s an ORDER from the Princess and the Servant must obey.

“What??? You can’t just do that, Love. Let’s talk it out. Clear the misunderstanding. Don’t be childish.” Oop! Wrong choice of words for the last sentence.

“Now I am childish?!? What about the Stoopid ert who stared at that seductive waitress’ s one hour and 36 minutes ago!?”  O.O  GOD! She even counts the time!

“I’m sorry. I did not mean saying you’re childish. Again, Princess. I didn’t stare at her things so please don’t make me sleep on the couch. It’s cold.”

“No. OUT!”

A/N: Hello. It's me, Stoopidturtle. Feeling like writing a one-shot again so please give me some feedback by commenting :)