Cute
Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football and I make no money from this fanfiction.
Micro-ice waved his hands about madly, his little jig turning into a stumble and a fall. He got up hastily, rubbing the back of his neck, sheepishly, cheeks turning red.
There was only one word for something like that: cute. It had something to with the over the way in which he did everything was such enthusiasm, although his short stature certainly didn't hurt either.
And Mark could never let anyone that cute go un-teased.
"Hey, Micro-ice, don't sign up for 'Lets Dance!' anytime soon!" he said, jogging up to him.
Micro-ice pouted and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Mark smiled; it was cute after all.
Just a random drabble, don't know why I wrote this since I'm not exactly Mark's biggest fan, but yeah…review?