Title: Cups of Emotion
Author: Ari
Summary: Milk days are days to avoid him…
Warnings: AlbelxFayt, Albel OOC
Disclaimer: I don't own the Star Ocean characters. I do own the milk I'm drinking though…I bought it! You can't take it from me!
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Chapter 1:
Milk
In the three years and such and such day's I've known Fayt, and in the year and such and such day's I've been 'with' Fayt, he's always been very…predictable. Now, he isn't predictable because of the way he acts, the things he says, the way he walks, or the way he looks, but by the beverage he drinks each morning.
It's weird I know. He's so stupid.
I bet you didn't know, that Fayt's a light sleeper, did you? Well, he is. I think I've woken up before him twice in our year and such and such day's together. And each and every morning, at about 8am, I can always find him in the Diplo's galley, having a drink.
Its funny, the routine we both follow together. I wake up each morning, grumble about cold sheets, and then head for the galley to find him. Sophia finds it cute. Cliff finds it revolting. Mirage and Maria find it intriguing. Peppita and Roger don't give a rat's ass. Which is good, because if they did, I'd kill them.
Today, he's drinking milk.
Such a simple thing, stupid humans such as you would think. But really, it isn't.
He'll be sitting at the counter, cup in hand, staring off into space. When he drinks milk, I know to avoid him as much as possible. He only drinks it when he's in a worrisome mood. He hates milk, and only drinks it when he feels his body 'needs' it. Me, I say fuck that, what you need is to get back in bed with me.
After his drink, he'll notice me, finally, and he'll frown. I know! Who could frown at me? But he does. He'll ask me how I am, how I'm feeling? Did I sleep well? Am I hungry? Would I like anything? Are any old injuries bothering me? I'll say no, but that wont stop him from checking anyway.
He'll get up and pull me over to a stool and proceed to make sure I'm okay. He'll lift my shirt and run hand's along each and every scar or bruise. He'll unwrap my arm, inspect it, and the bandage it freshly. Its irritating, annoying, and a waste of time, but I let him. After all, his fingers make me feel nice.
And it doesn't end there; it goes on all day, and not just for me either. He'll inspect and interrogate everyone. Milk days are mother hen days, and it's best to stay away from him unless you wish to be badgered relentlessly. The only person he doesn't bug is himself, which in horridly unfair.
When night finally comes, we'll meet up outside the door to his room, even though I haven't stayed in my room for a good ten months. We'll lie in bed in the dark, because I don't get any on milk days, and speak quietly till we fall asleep.
I'm lying through my teeth. What I meant to say was, he'll interrogate me quietly until I fall asleep. It's always the same. Did your day go fine? Did you eat enough? Was Cliff an ass to you again? You didn't get into any fights, did you? Are you tired? Are you thirsty? And I'll answer, even though I still think it's pointless. And only then will he sleep because he has no one to talk to after that.
But it's all right, I guess, he can't help it on milk days. Questioning me like that just proves he cares for me.
Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari Ari AriWell, this is another multi chapter, but the chapters are gonna be really short. Little tiny, cute one-shots is more like it. Each of them is going to deal with a different drink. I predict about 8 chapters, but we'll see.
Albel's OOC, but oh well. He has to be to fit the story. I figure, it's been over a year and a half that they've been 'dating' and about three since Luther, so I'll have him a little bit nicer now. Don't get me wrong; I love bitchy, jerky, Albel to death!
I'm drinking these drinks as I type this up; it helps to come up with inspiration. And like Fayt, I hate milk, and only drink it when I feel horrible for not drinking enough. I get all worried that my bones are just going to snap one day! So I'll have a glass and drink it, even though I hate it…
Please R&R: It'll make me happy.
