029 : Happiness
The pink haired tech sighed as eyes that had been looking up at Maka and the others playing basketball, their breaths panting from laughter and friendly competition, turned to the clear sky.
"You know, this isn't soooo bad," Ragnarok's voice filled the air as he came out of Crona's bony shoulder to look over the mass of choppy pink locks to their new friends.
"What?" Crona asked in a soft voice, eyes turning up to look at Rognarok.
"It's kinda fun to have these idiots around. They're much more interesting then boring old you," he said before rubbing Crona's head, causing a groan to come out of the young tech's mouth.
"That's mean!" Crona cried in annoyance, trying to bat away Rognarok's hands.
"I can't really explain how I feel right now. It's like..." he drifted off, ignoring Crona's cries, as he moved his white hands to rub his non-existant chin, "I'm all warm and fuzzy."
Crona's eyes lit up as the thought that maybe this connected-for-life partner wasn't so dark and mean all the way through. Maybe he was just-
"It's like when I swallowed that kitten."
Crona gagged as Ragnorak contently hummed at the memory.
Time to write a new poem.
A/N: Damn it's hard not using the personal her/him noun for Crona :( Anyway, I like this pair, they're really interesting XD And I got the whole kitten thing from a shirt that can be found at typetees . com