The low murmur of constant conversation and dim lighting washed the room with a comfortable air that was only added to by the clink of silverware and the occasional, semi-loud, flirty laugh.
"This is not a date." Not how Black Star usually spent his evenings. But, then again, he'd always loved surprises. He stuck an elbow down onto the table idly and briefly deigned to notice that he was messing up the intricately folded napkin serving as the centerpiece. The man did have to give quality of this place credit, it was adequately fit for someone of his caliber and maybe a mite better than his usual ramen-based affair. The assassin would now admit, Soul sure knew how to pick them, in more ways than one.
"I think it is." He let out a cat-like smirk as astonishment flickered briefly before it gave away for that adorable sulk to move back in.
"I'm just filling in because Soul asked me to, and because your date didn't show up." One elegant forefinger pointed at the ceiling for a moment, to accent the statement, before it fell back into a refined tangle of folded arms and silky black fabric. Black Star quirked a brow.
"That's what you said the last time and the time before that, and the time before that, and that one time-"
"I was drunk!"
"And yet you obviously remember with perfect clarity." He pointed out smoothly and leaned back to watch as pale, smooth cheeks colored indignantly. This was one fire that Black Star particularly relished in fueling. "And you know you liked it when I-"
"Your detestable." The big word skimmed over spiky blue hair with barely a ripple.
"What a turn-on, eh?"
"I don't swing that way." The easily noticeable blush would've ousted any doubt the words may have caused, that is of course Black Star had even bothered to taken either in, but he was temporarily absorbed with smoldering gold.
"Is that a challenge?"
"Your annoying."
"Is that a yes?" The blue haired man was up out of his seat, nearly overturning his poor chair in the process, before an answer could even be contemplated and that wasn't even a loss really, because Black Star had never liked conversation. He preferred action.
Which is probably why Death the Kid could only look around, wide-eyed, as he was tossed roughly over a muscled shoulder and promptly carried out the front door. He may have also been mouthing something along the lines of 'help me', but all of the onlookers were really too bemused to notice.
Maka faintly attempted to pick her lower jaw off of her boyfriend's, no doubt smirking, head as they both took a moment to climb out of the large potted plant in the corner.
"I told you all of those times Kid offered to keep Black Star company meant something!" Soul exclaimed smugly, brushing a couple stray leaves off of his suit.
"I think my brain just imploded." Maka agreed.
This one isn't my fault. It just happened.
Thank you blackbloodbaby, Rozale, and magnusrae for reviewing! Thanks for helping me get to eighty reviews guys! And to the one who alerted/favved! I really hope I haven't scarred anyone! *wink*
P.s I will be launching my new story later. It's a collection of oneshots centering around Chrona (differing genders) and Ragnarök, with some others thrown in for giggles. It'll be called An Achromatic Shade of Black. Keep an eye out!