Yuko couldn't be bothered to argue with that stupid cat. She turned her back on her and went downstairs to push open the back door. The moment it opened a crack, the noise came flooding in.
"Baldy! Put that snowflake wagyu down! I spotted it first!" Hiyori had one foot on a folding chair, waving a pair of barbecue tongs in her hand.
"Huh? Does it have your name written on it? I've already gotten my saliva on it. You still want it?!" Shinji Hirako refused to back down, shouting as he pretended he was about to lick the meat.
Bang!
A slipper flew straight into Shinji's forehead. Using the rebound from the folding chair, Hiyori launched into a flying kick and sent Shinji straight into the bushes beside him. "You disgusting piece of social trash! Go die a hundred times!"
Meanwhile, Kon threw himself at Rukia with tears streaming down his face. "Boss! I want to eat what you feed me... Pwah!"
Without surprise, Rukia expressionlessly stomped him into the mud. Only his stuffed-animal butt remained outside, wriggling futilely.
Yuko had been in a fairly good mood just moments ago, but seeing this scene inevitably made her depressed again.
Why was her house full of such idiots?
Noticing Yuko's return, Shinji grinned at her. "Yo, Yuko, did you fall into the toilet?"
"Say one more word and I'll stuff you into the toilet." Yuko didn't even look at him. After issuing her threat, she walked over to Yoshino.
Before Yuko could speak, Yoshino picked up a plate that had deliberately been piled full of grilled meat and handed it to her with a smile. "You should rest for a bit. You've been grilling for ages."
"Mm, then I'll leave it to you." Yuko didn't refuse. Smiling slightly, she took