Drabble Summary: Rogue was still hotter.
He was completely grateful he wasn't being thrown out of the guild, but Sting had to feel a little sorry for Yukino, even if he didn't care for her all that much it still wasn't great for her being made to strip in front of everybody. Maybe he should turned away like Rogue had, but something interested him; eyeing up every part of her body she presented that he was able to see, Sting wasn't able to help comparing it all to Rogue. Okay she was curvier and well endowed, but the celestial wizard didn't hold a candle to his friend.
Wait.
He wanted to slap himself. When the hell had he started thinking about comparing people to Rogue?
…Crud. Reflecting back on it, he'd been doing that for years… Sting had never been more grateful than when they were all dismissed from Master Jiemma's presence, walking down the hallways with only Rogue and the Exceeds was a familiar comfort… though it didn't help he started the trip with Rogue in front of him, his gaze falling down to- Dammit, when had his thoughts turned like this?
When he managed to get ahead, he couldn't help feeling so relieved, that view… that view was gonna kill him some day.
But he'd been such an idiot for not realizing that's where his eyes travelled for so long, as soon as Lector was away from him, Sting was going to hit himself.
