Well. This was…different. Not unwelcomed or anything. Just, unexpected.
He blinked once. Twice. Thrice.
He reached for his glasses and calmly wiped them with his lab coat. He placed them back on.
Nope. Still the same.
It could almost be described as amusing…if it wasn't so endearing and adorable...and she wasn't cringing. He held back a grimace. How could watching the woman you love, in the midst of torturing herself, be considered amusing? Endearing? Or adorable?
What was he, a sadist?
His eyes flickered towards the television set, and back to Celty's expression, which looked like a cross between fear and agony. And constipation.
Oh fudge it… The corners of his lips tilted up slightly, she was just adorable.
Durarara!
Durararararararararararararararararararararararararararararararararararararararararararara!
Durarara!
Just breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
Oh gosh…Why was she watching this? This…terrifying, but surprisingly, addicting show.
She cringed. Was she a masochist now? Did she like torturing herself?
The fingers of her right hand trembled as they moved in the direction of the remote…even as her eyes were glued to the screen of the television.
If she had her head, her brows would be furrowing together, her left eye would be twitching, and her teeth would be lightly biting her lower lip.
Really? Did she have to listen to Shizuo's suggestion of overcoming her fear of…cops?
Bad boys bad boys
Watcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
when they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Watcha gonna do, watcha gonna do
when they come for you….
She stilled.
Was that…laughter? Her body tensed, and slowly, slowly turned towards the source of the noise.
Him. He was laughing at her? Really.
Hm.
"…"
"Oh, come on, Celty! Don't give me that look! It's not my fault you're, you're-," the doctor tried – in vain, mind you – to stifle his giggles with the right sleeve of his lab coat, failing miserably in the process.
"…!" TAP. TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP.
Black mist seeped out of her sleeve and brought the cell phone to the laughing man's eyes.
His face paled. "Celty, I re-really di-didn't mean it… Really, I didn't. You know, I love you right?"
"…" TAPTAPTAPTAP. TAPTAPTAP. TAPTAPTAP. TAPTAPTAPTAPTAP. TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP. TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP. TAPTAPTAP.
"Yeah, but you still aren't getting any."
AN: Haha, well... I don't really know where I was planning to go with this. Lol, but when I saw that episode when Celty reveals her absolute fear of the police, I just thought of COPS. Celty plus COPS makes for an adorable scene. And...if someone already came up with this story plot...I'm sorry. Just let me know, and I'll remove the fic. xD And...if anything seems really off, or weird...blame my lack of sleep. Plus the fact that I'm typing this up at 11:30 at night. Hehehe....
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara and COPS. And never will. Sadly.
