"You...look like such a cute dork" was not the response Shulk was looking for when he asked Marth to comment on his new look. From his boyfriend, he was expecting something like, "Shulk, you look so immensely sexy." or "Or take me now, you beautiful boy."
Not "You…look like such a cute dork."
Shulk Visionnaire was hoping that Marth Lowell could give a genuine, actually serious opinion. It took a lot of courage the put on the strange clothing, the clothing that contrasted so greatly with his personality. He received well-deserved strange stares as he walked down the many corridors of the Smash Mansion. Even Dark Pit taunted and mocked him, as expected of the dark angel.
Thankfully, his contradiction of a girlfriend, Rosalina, smacked him upside his head.
So, it seemed like the great effort he put into this went all to waste. Yes, the embarrassment was obviously worth it.
"That's all?" Shulk asked. "No, 'Hot damn, Shulk! You look fine as hell!'?"
Marth chuckled. "It's hard to take you seriously when you've decided to cosplay as me."
"Well…" Shulk tugged on the blue, silk-lined cape, blushing slightly. "I thought it would be nice to look like the most beautiful person in the world."
Marth laughed, and Shulk joined him. Maybe it was worth it. …Just a bit, though.
"Shulk, dearest, you are the paradigm of adorable dorkiness."
Oh my God I keep writing these fluffy drabbles and I don't know why. Fluffiness isn't even my forte, like what the crap.
There needs to be a Marth x Shulk community. Like seriously.
Ugh, I need to write some horror or angst. Hell, even sci-fi will do. Something before I suffocate from fluff.
