"Nya!" Rave meowed and pulled her hand out of the stream of water. After eating all the snacks Aclysia had prepared, the techno-lover hadn't been able to sit still for a long time. When she left, John had gone after her with some reluctance; there was a documentary about the upcoming elections on TV that he would have liked to watch. His girlfriend was a tad more important.
She had run to the bathroom on the upper floor and was now playing with the steady stream of tap water. "Why are you meowing in Japanese now?" John asked as Rave wiggled her index finger from left to right, through the falling water, again and again.
"If I want to meow I'll do it!" she decidedly exclaimed.
'I think I understand the drunk comparison now,' John sighed, eyes closed, and awkwardly scratched the back of his head. When he opened his eyes again, Rave was giving him a wide smile and waddled over to him. "Ya still do that," she said and kissed his neck.
"Do what?" he asked and pulled her closer.
