Title: Are you challening me?
Author: Darkening-wings
Rating: T for language, I guess.
Summary: One wears a skirt, another uses lipstick.
A/N: no, it's not what you think. This was rated T, not M. Ah, and the characters are not mine. Please do point out what I have done wrong, if you want to! R&R would be much appreciated.
They had only replied to her call, playing as her pawns for less than a few hours, and two of Cosmos's warriors had already started disliking each other.
First, there had only been glances and the two had, more or less, danced in wide arcs to avoid having to greet each other. Soon though, one would point at a certain girly trinket and snigger while the other tugged at long silver strands of hair and ask whether the 4th liked destroying the ozone layer with his extreme hairspray consummation. But it never got any more serious than that.
However, once Cosmos had been defeated their arguing started for real.
"Good morning, Lipstick boy."
Cecil Harvey snorted his morning coffee up his nose.
Firion and the Onion knight shook their heads and quickly left the dinner table: determined to leave the knight and the paladin to their personal issues.
In the time it took for the shape-shifter to form a good enough retort, the warrior of light warmed water for his tea and prepared a few different sandwiches.
"I see you polished your horns yesterday..." the paladin started, "Why won't you pay as much attention to that skirt too? Your dear mother would cry tears of blood for the state of that poor piece of junk."
It earned him a twitch of the eyebrow but otherwise completely unchanged expression. Cecil wasn't pleased, as he was currently drying brown spots off of his armor and wanted a reaction similar to his own out of the seemingly emotionless warrior.
Light bit into his first sandwich and then pointed it at the paladin, spitting crumbs when he started to talk. "First off: I don't polish my helmet, it shines naturally. Second: it's not a skirt, it's a tactical distraction in battle and I'll repair it when I find it suitable since my mother doesn't mind thrashed fabric."
The warrior placed the sandwich neatly in the middle of his plate and brought the tea-filled cup to his lips instead.
"Ooh, how kinky."
The cup was instantly crushed, and boiling hot tea splashed over the warriors lap.
Cecil's strangled laughter didn't make the situation any better, and soon Light charged at him from the opposite side of the table with steaming rising from his thighs.
Once Firion and the Onion knight returned with their empty plates, they found Cecil tossing about on the floor with the warrior of Light sitting on his stomach. The latter was ripping pearls out of the paladin's hair, while mentioned paladin tried to push the warrior off and keep the glittering dark jewels in their place at the same time, while shrieking like a little girl...