Tohru walks away wiping her brow with the sleeve of her shirt. Kyo hear's her tinkering around in the kitchen.
Desperate, he hear's her let out a loud yelp. She's caught her blouse on the nail sticking out of the old cupboard door beneath the sink. The loud rip from the tear reminds him that Tohru keeps a small sewing kit under the sofa.
He darts over and finds one of the drawers open. He pulls himself up and sees a loose sewing needle proped along the edge.
He pulls himself in and wraps the small amount of thread around his waist and ties it off. The drawer is too slippery for him to climb back out, so he finds an empty bobin and pushes to the edge.
He steps out and drops down to the floor with the sewing needle balancing in the lip. Stepping sideways, he gives it a yank and it falls to the floor with a thud against the shag carpet.
He hears Tohru coming back into the room. Dragging the needle behind him, Tohru has sat down on the sofa with a glass of water. Kyo pulls the needle through the carpet until he's next to her feet.
He struggles with the needle until he's positioned it on his shoulder, like he ready to poll vault and rams the tip into her bare foot.
"Damn", she yelled, pulling her foot to her knee.
What she saw next caused her to let out another scream; the sewing needle still hanging from the side of her foot with a miniature Kyo dangling from the tiny thread limp and gasping for breath.
"Get...me...off...this...threeeeead!" he said as he was trying to pull himself upright.
Tohru was speechless.
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