A/N: This is probably one of the shortest things I have ever written. It's just an excuse to use that line in the summary. Dino/Bianchi banter always amuses me… well, Bianchi putting Dino down does anyway. :D
Disclaimer: Not mine. Too exhausted to come up with a better way to say this.
White Horse
Most girls would be flattered, but Bianchi was not most girls.
She almost felt like laughing as he extended a hand from his perch.
"Come on," he said, "I'll whisk you off to dreamland."
He was not her type.
To start with, Dino Cavallone was too damn pretty for her taste. He was also too blonde, too clumsy, too chivalrous and too moronic for even bothering to proposition to her. Especially when he knew she was too much in love with his former tutor.
But he insisted on standing there, riding his box weapon which personified his moniker. He looked too stupid like that, though Bianchi knew he was probably envisioning himself in a more princely light.
All he need was a ridiculous all white attire, fluttering cape included.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He grinned unabashedly and Bianchi wanted to punch his face in, she really did. It was that grin which annoyed her – some enamoured woman had probably told him it was sexy and now he simply couldn't stop using it.
"I told you," his voice sounded happier than ever, "I'll take you wherever you want to go."
"Yeah, your horse has flames on it, in case you didn't notice. There's no way I'm getting on that thing."
He just keeps smiling.
And she can't help it – he's so optimistic, so idiotically adorable – so she takes his extended hand and his promise to take her away.
But not without a parting jab.
"You're such a cliché, Cavallone."
A/N: Thoughts? Review? Something…?