This does contain inappropriate language so read with caution.
Disclaimer~Hiro Mashima own Fairy Tail!
Clank! For the fifteenth time that morning Gajeel dropped a wrench on his face.
"Shit," Gajeel growled a little angry at where his mind is and not where it should be.
"Okay that's it! Get out from under there!" Gajeel's father growled out hoarsely due to his old age.
Gajeel pushed himself out thanks to his skateboard wedged beneath his broad muscled back.
"What is it pops?" Gajeel tried to play innocent but was now sporting a black eye-he looked horrible-grease smeared everywhere and thick black hair uncleanly sticking to his face.
Metalicana simply rolled his eyes, "you better tell me what's wrong before you give yourself a brain injury that I can't explain to a doctor other than: yeah I think he failed to work today because of the weakness in his hand-reckon he's been overusing that hand to do other activities...but with a slightly smaller wrench," Gajeel's eyes narrowed as he stared down at the three inch wrench he was using to screw delicate bolts into an engine for a crappy Toyota.
Real Mature...
"Laugh it up old man, and besides you need me today."
"I need a worker, not a nut missing its bolt. Wait-Are you..." this can't be good no conversation ends well with this sentence starter, "perhaps frustrated...of the sexual kin-"
"No, geez, you Metal Ass-I'm just tired from school," Gajeel emphasized hoping to end the ridiculous path that conversation could have headed.
"Why are you tired you've been going to that library down the road a lot...you get home early enough for dinner."
At the reminder of the library Gajeel flushed a little.
"Oh no...the look."
"What look?!" Gajeel defended.
"You know? The: I just thought of some chick look-"
"Nobody knows that look."
"Denial isn't attractive son. Your old man has seen many fine women and is still in his prime..."
"Well if you are so experienced then why am I your only son?" Adopted, by this Iron loving pain in the ass.
"Aww, don't be mean-tell me about her."
Gajeel sighed, Metalicana might not be an ideal father figure. He tends to insult Gajeel frequently but there was no hiding the truth that he did take Gajeel in when he was living on the streets as a kid.
"There isn't much to say..."
"Bet there is-nice tits, for instance?"
Gajeel spluttered, "Shut your mouth, Perverted Grease Monkey!"
But yeah, that made Gajeel think back to his encounter with the Librarian Levy McGarden earlier today-tiny little thing. Not as well endowed as that Blonde haired bunny girl friend of hers but her personality made up for the lesser.
"There it is again! The look, you got it bad son," the old man cackled with his grey hair smothered back.
"No," Gajeel ground out trying to force all traces of lie from his voice.
"Girl must be pretty tough to put up with your ugly face."
Gajeel snarled turning to toss his wrench.
"Levy isn't like that!"
Gajeel shut his mouth at the mention of her name-damn! His arm going slack.
"Levy huh?" The old man raised his eyebrow.
"Is she, wife material?" Gajeel chocked on air.
"Wife material! Where did that come from?"
"Oh come on-never seen you so interested in a girl before-you were always a jackass to the opposite sex. Only Juvia could stand your shit but I heard she's with some Gray guy..." Not with, but 'obsessed with' is a better term best describing her interest with one of the kids at Gajeel's school.
Mind you there was never an interest between Juvia and Gajeel but he is right there has been no one of the female body that could stand Gajeel other than Juvia.
Until Levy came into his life.
"Can she cook?"
Gajeel shrugged- "I don't know." He shot Metalicana the 'Do I look like I'm her stalker?' glare.
"Well you should, you gotta put up with her cooking after I die-" what an eccentric old man.
"Who said I can't cook?!" Gajeel raged.
"Me and that charcoal rich diet you put on the table every Tuesday night." Gajeel rolled his eyes seemingly that Tuesday nights dinner turns into take outs.
"I'll make sure to put a double wallop of ash sprinkles in your desert tonight old man-" Gajeel threatened.
"I'll just ask that Levy girl to come and make me something to eat-mind you with my devilishly handsome looks you might get kicked to the curb."
"Don't you dare!"
Knock knock knock.
"Hi, is Gajeel here. He left his spanner at the Library," Gajeel eyes snapped to the door at the sound of a soft voice.
There she is, leg hugging jeans, tight blue blouse, red rimmed glasses and blue hair prettily arranged on her small face.
Oh no.
Metalicana might be old, but he sure is fast.
"Hi, you must be Levy! Gajeel has told me so much about you...would you like to stay forever-I mean dinner?" She was startled by Metalicana's forwardness as he briskly tossed the spanner that was in her hand into the nearest tool box, "or even better...will you cook us dinner."