1: A Fated Battle?
"Ragna the Bloodedge… you will be mine!"
"No way, I'm not gonna let you take me for yourself! Urk! What am I saying?!"
Nu charged in, a look of determination on her face as she struck Ragna down, giggling. "Nu wins!"
"Ugh… no way. I lost?!"
"Now you have to go out with me!"
By the time she declared as such, however, Ragna had run off. Nu sighed. "Oh, Ragna… why do you hate me so?"
Minutes later, Ragna would be spotted, drinking shots of whiskey in the bar. He had left his blade behind when Nu approached him, while he was clearly drunk. She spoke to him.
"Ragna? You sure you don't wanna go out with Nu?"
Although it took years, her efforts had paid off the moment Ragna said, "Fine, fine, we'll go out." Of course, he was drunk.
Nu blushed greatly, trying hard to hide her excitement. "Great. Then where do we go?" She asked. Ragna smirked.
"My place." He said, clearly drunk. Nu wore a look of concern on her face as she nodded, following him home after paying his tab.
2: Not Like Myself
Nu was holding Ragna as he stumbled into the now-lit apartment, a look of concern worn on her face. "Are you sure we should do it like this, Ragna?" She said. "You don't look too well."
"I'm fine, Nu… now let me- *burp* -work up a dish…" He said, walking over to the kitchen.
"Is that even proper grammar?" Nu asked.
"Hell if I know?"
He put the pan onto the stove, turning it to high heat as he dug through the fridge. Nu was watching, almost confused. "What are you making, Ragna?"
"You'll see, Nu…"
Nu almost laughed. Ragna wasn't like himself when he was drunk. "Are you sure you don't want Nu to do it, Ragna?"
"No, I'm fine. Just watch me, Nu." He seemed annoyed. Ok, he was kind of like himself. Well, the independence part, anyway.
"If you say so."
She only watched as Ragna was cooking with a smile on his face. It was warming her heart.