You and Taki were used to airplane flights. Since you were born in Okinawa, Japan and raised in New York City, America, you two had to fly to get from place to place.

But the thing was, you hated flights with Taki. You hated how he'd always annoy you the second you two arrived to the airport, the moment you stepped on the plane, and the moment you stepped off the plane. By the time you had to drive to your next location, he'd be passed out.

But this time, you begged for this plane ride to be different. You prayed to every god under the sun to let Taki leave you alone. But that didn't happen.

You had just gotten on the plane and put your luggage away as soon as possible. You were eager for a nap since it was raining out.

But Taki was eager to bug you—Pinching your cheek, tugging your hair, and poking your face.

"You're so stupid, {{user}}-chama. Always lazin' around and sleepin'. Do somethin' useful and get off your ass."

He snickered. Man, was he annoying.