A/N: Well, I actually wrote this a few months ago, and I didn't post it because it didn't satisfy my expectations and it's so short. Anyhow, the dialog was actually taken from an rp I did with my sister, though they were in a different situation at the time; but, damn, for a girl who doesn't like yaoi my sister is really good at being gay...
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"Pretty…" It just had to have been the millionth time that he'd heard Endrance whisper that single word as they explored the dungeon, and he couldn't figure out what was so damn eye-catching..! It wasn't like this dungeon was any different from any of the others… there wasn't anything spectacular; yet every time he had Endrance along there was always something he'd call pretty.
He'd stopped short almost immediately after hearing that word, and Endrance almost crashed into him; but he quickly stopped himself by side-stepping and coming to a stop right next to Haseo's side. A curious look crossed his face, but he didn't have time to question the sudden stop, "What the hell is so damn pretty all the time!?" The Terror spat.
Endrance looked taken aback, maybe even a little hurt; but he responded casually enough, "Why, you are, Haseo."
"Me!?" He glared at the swordsman for a while before turning back the way he'd been heading, "I am not pretty." He started forward again, with Endrance following behind as always.
"You always are, Haseo…" He whispered, as if he were trying to express some feeling deeper than those words…
"Whatever…" Haseo grumbled in response while mulling over the words Endrance had spoken, "I'm not some girl." He said at last, "Girls are pretty… I can be handsome, maybe; but none of those feminine words like beautiful… or pretty… or cute…" He nearly growled each word to get his point across.
Yet Endrance chose to ignore the warning in the other's tone and responded simply, "No… you're pretty only." In a tone that suggested that his words were fact, and shouldn't be disputed.
In response, Haseo simply growled, "Whatever…" and he picked up his pace.