A/N: I mustache you a question, but I'll shave it for later.
It was what she did best.
"Erza, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break your nose."
"Erza, I swear, it's not my fault your underwear caught on fire!"
"See, there's a funny story to why there's a dead body in your fridge..."
"I told him not to flush the fish down your toilet!"
It was at times like these when Erza learned to just ignore Gray and let him ramble on about whatever he was talking about and trying to explain why something was messed up.
"Erza, I'm really, really, really sorry, but I might've accidentally exploded your magic wardrobe?"
However, this was a story she needed to hear. Or, that she faked that she wanted to hear it. Because, honestly, if no one died, she'd be okay. SHe just liked scaring the poor ice mage.
"You what?" She used a scarily flat tone, her eyes expressing sheer anger, and she had to hold back a laugh at the terrified expression on his face. She could fix her closet easily; she broke it on a regular basis.
"Well, see, I was trying to see if Romeo could control an ice-fire, because that would be cool, you know? And it turns out he can, but it's a highly explosive fire."
"And why were you using my closet? And how the hell do you even use my closet?" Erza asked, her stern voice leaking a bit of curiosity.
"Well, it takes less to fix your closet than the whole guild..." Gray said meekly, not meeting her eyes.
"You're an idiot," she muttered affectionately, rubbing her nose against his. "I want a whole weeks worth of endless strawberry cake as punishment."
"Okay," he sighed.
She grinned. Maybe she should listen to him more when he told these stories.
