Title: Seashell
Characters: Ushio and Mikage
Rating: K
Warnings: Fluffly Ushio/Mikage but nothing else
Notes: Just a small drabble I concocted.
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"Mikage!" Ushio called out to her, his heart smitten by the secretary. They were on a trip to beach, to get away from the high stress levels of their occupations. Mikage had been tanning out by the bleached white sandbar, sporting a modest one piece. Ushio on the other hand, was walking along the shore nearby in some black shorts. While Ushio didn't have the best body figure compared to younger males, he didn't look half bad either.
He had fashioned a necklace made out of sand dollars, some broken and chipped but relatively intact. This would impress the lovely lady, would it not? Speaking of which, Mikage now stood in front of him, looking up at him with curiosity.
"Yes, Ushio?" She simply inquired.
He presented the shell jewelry and the woman's demeanor became elated! She admired his efforts and placed the piece upon its intended area.
"Its beautiful~" She declared with pride in her present. To return the favor of course, her lips traveled up to his cheek, making the Security officer grin.
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"USHIO GET UP!"
This fantasy bubble busted when reality snapped back in a jarring manner. His fellow coworker now berating him.
"AHHH AGH." Ushio moved violently in his beanbag chair before face planting on cold ground.
"Don't sleep on the job again, you might get fired." The other officer warned.
As it turns out, Ushio had only fallen asleep, dreaming of his perfect world and mate.