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“The party’s in twenty minutes and you didn’t order any PIZZA?!” Sayaka slammed her palm on the table.
“I was going to! I got distracted gluing cups to the table!” Kyoko replied, motioning to static cups sat opening-up on the table.
“What? Why were you gluing cups to the table?”
“Uh, ‘cause it’s funny?”
“What? Ugh, alright, whatever. Point is, we need pizza.”
“Ok, let’s just order some, then,” Kyoko picked up the landline.
“Can’t.”
“Huh? Why not?”
“I kept prank calling them. They don’t answer to this number any more, and unless they employ someone named Seymour Butts, I kinda doubt they ever will.”
Setting the landline back down, Kyoko crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow at Sayaka. “Alright, so now what?”
“Kyoko, have you ever made pizza?”
“No.”
“Me neither. Well, first time for everything, right?”
“Hey, why not. You got a recipe?”
“No, but I can pull one up,” Sayaka whipped out her phone, and scrolled to a pizza recipe, pulling one out relatively fast. “Well, we need some dough.”
“You mean, like money?”
“No. We have some in the cupboard. Kyoko, can you pre-heat the oven?”
“Sure. What temp?”
“It says 450.”
“Yeesh! You trying to set this place on fire?”
“Sorry, this recipe drives on the right. 230.”
Kyoko hit a few buttons on the machine before turning back to Sayaka. “Done and done. Sucks that you don’t have an air fryer, though.”
Sayaka paused, and turned to look over. “Huh?”
“What?”
“I don’t know, that just seems like a weird thing to bring up.”
“Is it?”
“Maybe. I dunno. Uh, start the tomato sauce.”
“Sure. What’s the proceej?”
“Put some salt in a tomato can, and blend it.”
“No problemo,” Kyoko replied, whipping some out from the cupboard, before looking over at Sayaka’s phone for the rest of the recipe.
“Alright, that should just leave us with just taking the pizza out in a few…”
“Oh, snap, Sayaka, you missed a step!”
“I did? What step?”
Kyoko pointed to a bundle of text on the screen. “It says very clearly right there that you gotta cook it with love!”
“Love?”
“Yeah, love! Otherwise, the pizza’s gonna be garbage!”
“Kyoko, I think that’s just a metaphor.”
“Metaphors are stupid. They’re like knives at a cereal eating contest. No one uses them.”
“Alright, sure, let’s do it your way." Sayaka wasted no time in raising her arms over Kyoko’s shoulders, letting them hang loosely around her neck. Kyoko didn’t hesitate to plant her lips on Sayaka’s as her hands gripped at her sides. They smooched for a while, before Kyoko became more aggressive, forcing her lips forward while clutching at Sayaka’s back. Sayaka did little to defend - in fact, she intensified in her end of the kissing as well, her tongue finding its way into Kyoko’s mouth. Kyoko’s tongue wrestled with it in response, until Kyoko managed to sink her teeth down, locking Sayaka in place. Sayaka nudged at her, and she let go. “There. That good?” Sayaka asked, arms still on Kyoko’s shoulders.
Kyoko licked her lips. “Should be. No homo,” She replied.
“Well, it better,” Sayaka leaned over to open the oven, “‘cause the dough’s done. No homo.”
“So we just put the sauce on, and then boom?”
Setting the dough on the counter, Sayaka replied, “We need toppings, too.”
“That’s easy. You got any pineapple?”
“Excuse me?”
“What?”
“Kyoko, I know you like to eat garbage, but I am not letting you put pineapple on this pizza.”
“What is wrong with pineapple on pizza?”
“They don’t mix in the slightest. No one likes it like that.”
“It tastes awesome! Come on. Everyone loves it.”
“Yeah, maybe raccoons really love pineapple on pizza. But I’m not putting it on the pizza we’re having at this party.”
“Dude, just trust me.”
“No. Do you really think Madoka likes pineapple on pizza? Or Mami?”
“Homura probably does.”
“Alright, I’ll give you that one. But Mami would probably freak. Pass me the tomato sauce.”
“Ok, fine,” Kyoko slid her sauce down over to Sayaka, “If you really think Mami would freak, I won’t do it. That girl can go absolutely crazy sometimes.”
Red sauce poured from the cup and onto the dough, Sayaka turning it around in circles to reach every spot. “Yeah, no kidding,” she replied.
“Alright. You got some cheese and some pepperoni. Bit basic, but it should do.”
“Do you take every chance you get to look in my fridge?”
“No,” Kyoko replied, unwrapping an orange she just found in Sayaka’s fridge.
“Yeah, whatever. Cheese and pepperoni it is. Pass it over here.”
“Kobe!”
Sayaka caught the cheese and pepperoni mid-air, and dealt it down onto the pizza below, covering it in yummy goodness. “Alright, that should do it.”
“Sweet. And they should be here any-” Kyoko was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
“Oh geez. Talk about right on time.”
“I guess that’s Homura for you.”
“Do you think they’ll realize we made this pizza in twenty minutes?”
“No way. It is absolutely stacked with love. It is going to be the best pizza they ever tasted in their lives.”
“Do you think it’ll get dampened because we said no homo?”
“Shoot. I didn’t think about that.” Kyoko looked over to the doorway. A haunting aura could be felt seeping through the other side, one that seemed to invade all of Kyoko’s synapses. It gave her a dreadful, creeping feeling, as if the inevitable end of her life lay on the other side of that door, but instead of running away, all Kyoko could do was lie down, tied to a string, and slowly dragged towards it.
In other words, the feeling you get when Homura is slightly annoyed at you.
“There’s no time,” Kyoko said. “We have to hope they don’t notice its lack of homo.”
“You feel it too, then?” Sayaka asked. “Homura’s slight annoyance.”
“Yeah. If I don’t open that door right now, I just know some ghost is gonna haunt me over it. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep again… ever.”
Sayaka looked to Kyoko. Kyoko looked to Sayaka.
“No turning back.”
“Yeah… no turning back.”
Kyoko gulped, and - Sayaka’s hand grasping at her own - headed towards the door.