Eb: Just something fluffy~
Rachele: Its kinda OOC
Iv: -nods-
Kanda: D. Gray-man belongs to Katsura Hoshino.
Allen: This idea does belong to Rachele though.
Scowling deeper than usual, Kanda stepped into the cafeteria just as Allen was finishing his unbelievably large lunch, and from the looks he was receiving, Kanda would say that it had taken Allen 10 minute's tops to eat twice as much as large and healthy man.
He waited by the trash can, his scowl deepening with every step that damn Moyashi took. Allen finally stopped at the trash can, dumping his trash and food waste (meaning stuff like banana peals because Allen doesn't waste food) into it and setting his trays and dishes on top of it with the rest of the trays and such.
"Good morning Kanda," he said politely with that dazzling (and non-effective towards Kanda) smile.
"Che, I need to talk to you about something Moyashi," he said unhappily.
"Only if you call me Allen," the Brit replied.
"That's what I need to talk to you about," Kanda said, with his ever deepening scowl. (Honestly, I think his face is permanently stuck like that)
"Well speak Ba-Kan-da," he replied, emphasizing each syllable of his last word.
A small vein popped in Kanda's forehead and it took the little patience Kanda had to not strangle the white-haired boy in front of them.
He grabbed the boy by the upper arm and dragged him out of the cafeteria not bothering to say anything.
His dragging suddenly stopped abruptly as he stopped in front of a door. He opened the door, roughly shoving Allen inside. Allen looked around the room, only to find he was in his own room. He turned to Kanda and raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know which one was mine?"
"It doesn't matter," Kanda answered, stoic as ever "I'll get straight to the point and come right out and say: I lost a bet to Lenalee."
"What does this have to do with me?" Allen asked in an almost bemused way.
"I have to tell you why I don't call you by your name as punishment for losing." He replied with (yet another one folks) a scowl.
"Which is?" Allen asked. Honestly, he was getting annoyed, but it was fun to hear Kanda speak more that three words without yelling.
"My accent," Kanda pursed his lips.
"Is that really an excuse you jackarse?" Allen asked "because I honestly don't hear an accent."
"It's only when I say certain words," Kanda said uncomfortably (though he didn't show it) "like your name, Aren."
Allen blinked any anger that had been coming faded. A dumb-founded look came across his face and for once in his life; Kanda could feel a blush rising on his face.
Kanda Yu was blushing (like a school girl I might add) and all Hell hadn't frozen over yet. It hadn't yet.
Kanda's head was bowed in shame (A.N/: OHMIGAWD! THE OOC-NESS BURNS~! Ebony: You wrote it!) Then he heard it. Allen was giggling. Fucking giggling!
He looked up, shock clear in his eyes. Allen stifled his laughter and said "Th-that's so cute~! You need to call me by my name more often!"
Kanda, for the second time that day and for the second time in his life, blushed.
"Baka Aren!" He yelled.
Kanda: Where the fuck did this come from?
Rachele: THE OOC-NESS BURNS~!
Eb and Aren: YOU WROTE IT!
Iv: B-bye everyone. R&R. No f-flames.