Red Rain
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Ocean
Albel cursed, shoving aside a man leaning against him. There is nothing more that he loved more than a very bust street but a very bust street filled with Aquarians.
It just wasn't his day; the king had sent him to escort Nel to Greeton with a letter to invite Greeton's ruler to Airyglyph to sign a new treaty. The two were to meet up at Arias before heading to Peterny, but they had unluckily forgotten that today was the Festival celebrating the one year anniversary of the end of the war. Albel huffed before grabbing the man before him and pulled him out of his way.
"How is it that even though that wench is a red head, I can't even find her." He shoved a women aside, "Damn it!"
Suddenly a bob of red hair could be seen not too far from him, not wanting to lose it out of his sight, he practically clawed his way through the crowd.
"Watch it!" He growled, his mouth connected against soft hair.
The woman in front of him raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"
Albel growled, "Wench, what the hell are you doing?"
"Walking."
"That's not it! Never mind, let's just get this over with."
"What are you so mad about?"
"I'm not mad! Mind your own business fool."
"Right." His companion remained skeptical, "You don't have to be so snippy."
Albel stopped walking and whirled around, glaring at Nel, "Shut up."
Nel sighed and decided that there was no point in dragging the subject longer; she didn't want to waist her breath. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.
"You the one that pushed my wife?"
Nel sighed and gave Albel a disapproving look, "What have you done now?"
Albel just smirked and flexed his fingers, "Hey, ever seen red rain before?"