Uke Mochi Novels & Stories

Kumiko: I made Ramen noodles but if you don't want to eat it, we could order something or I could make something else for you. Me: I'm fine with whatever you make but I'll have ice cream; strawberry flavored one with lots of chocolate drip, toppings and sprinkles. Kumiko: Woah, woah, woah. Hold on girlfriend. That's way too much sugar. I knew what was coming now was a lecture and I wasn't even ready for that. Maybe I was even overreacting about this but for some reason, I felt really numb, blank and only ice cream could help right now. Maybe some movies too.

Seiran is giggling as she felt ticklish around her neck. Jae Woon tentatively glanced at Mochi which had been munching popcorn on the corner of the room. Its delightful smile ticked him off. He thought Mochi took off somewhere and fled. This gluttonous energy ball is surprisingly disappeared into its space to fetch snacks and junk food. {Mochi?} (Yes, host?) Mochi blinked its round eyes to Jae Woon. Its face is tainted with the residue of popcorn's crumbling pieces, and Mochi's condition is a bit messy.