Bad Movies for a Rainy Day
Lucy kicked closed the door to her apartment and let out a sigh. The grocery bags were heavy and her hair was ruined from the torrent of rain outside. Thank the stars she was finally home. Placing the bags on the kitchen counter, she called out to her boyfriend. She was slightly worried as he hadn't come running the minute she had entered the apartment.
"Natsu?"
A grunt sounded from the lounge room. She could vaguely hear other voices and… sword fighting? She hurried to find out exactly what was going on.
"What are you…?" She trailed off.
Natsu was curled on the couch, staring intently at a movie. His expression seemed to be one of intense concentration, but every now and again he would snort in amusement, or gaffaw, or react in some disbelieving way. She glanced at the screen, trying to figure out what could possibly get such a range of emotions from him.
"Eragon. You're watching Eragon. Why are you, a Dragonkin, watching one of the worst dragon movies of all time?"
Natsu dragged his eyes away from the movie just long enough to meet hers before returning to it.
"I dunno. It was on your… machine…"
"Television. TV." She supplied him with the word.
"Yeah. It was on your TV so I was watching it. It's…. fascinating." He actually sounded borderline awestruck, so engrossed in however humans portrayed his kind.
"It's shit is what it is. Come on, help me make dinner. Also," she bit her lip teasingly. "I bought some new lingerie I might let you see."
Lucy swung her hips seductively as she made to return to the kitchen, but was stopped short when a pained whine sounded behind her. Seriously?
She stared at Natsu incredulously. His looked back at her with a pathetic expression, gaze constantly moving between her and the TV.
"Next time it stops?"
The ad break. He was waiting for the ad break. The terrible, terrible movie was winning over food and possible sex. She had lost to a D-Grade movie. She could nearly cry with frustration.
"Fine. Whatever. I'm going to start. Next break. Otherwise there is none for you. Of anything. Clear?"
He simply nodded enthusiastically, promptly returning to ignoring her. She sighed, shaking her head and made it to the kitchen doorway before she froze again.
"Tol los ni vir hi saag tol!"
She turned slowly, to see Natsu nearly standing on her already damaged couch, yelling at the TV.
"Natsu…"
He looked at her again, his expression the picture definition of being utterly offended.
"What the hell was that?"
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"They're trying to speak Dragon! They're wrong!"
"...You speak Dragon?"
"Of course I speak Dragon; I'm Dragonkin. It's like, my first language. Your human language was learnt later."
"And now you're yelling at a shitty dragon movie because they made up a language for the dragons that don't actually exist here?" This was insane. Was she going insane? She was dreaming, right?
Firstly, she was totally in love with, and dating, essentially a humanoid couldn't be good for her health. Said dragon was over analysing a fictional portrayal of a species that no one believed were actually ever real. And now he was yelling at it in a non-existent language.
Yeah. She had definitely lost her mind.
Natsu huffed and squinted at the movie a moment longer.
"Daar los hinzaal…" Suddenly he snatched up the remote and switched the television off. "This movie is stupid. It's totally wrong."
"The language was the last straw, eh?"
"The syntax was all wrong."
"Where the hell did you learn a word like 'syntax'?"
"Shut up. So, where's dinner?"
"You're an idiot. Good thing I love you. Come on, we'll make it now."
"Also, I heard something about sexy underwear?"
"Dinner first."
"Damn it."