"Miss Toki, I thought we had something special?" I nearly spat out my hot chocolate (yay, no tea!) on Gray when I heard Mister Mafioso's voice. "Is there something you'd like to talk about with me?"
Leave it to him to show up and make things awkward. "Yes Blood, I'm breaking up with you so I can date Nightmare's babysitter," I deadpanned, thanking every Japanese pop-star I could think of that he got my sarcasm. Gray snickered at this, making me aware that he could in fact 'snicker'. I mean, he had such a deep, sexy voice I was shocked, but whatever.
Well, I don't really think he was 'snickering' per say, anyway… maybe chortling. Nah, it was more of a chuckle.
"So, will I have to start making dinner for three now?" the assassin asked teasingly, knowing full well I hated his 'healthy cooking'. Yeah it was healthy. If you consider being in good health wishing you could be dead so you didn't have to feel your stomach flipping around like a Russian gymnast.
"Pfft, no. Unless you're pregnant or something. Or Nightmare is. In either case, I think there's just too much lying going on in our relationship." Blood had since taken a seat beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist as though he was trying to remind me we were dating. You'd think if he wanted to do that he would've dropped the "Miss" honorific, huh?
He was totally jealous. It was awesome.
"I trust she's been behaving herself today, Mister Ringmarc?" the Boss asked, his tone of voice reminding me of my dad. Which brought me to another mental point—if Gray was my mom and Blood was my father, what did that make Nightmare? Was he my step-brother? And would my relationship be incestuous, or does it not matter because I was dating him before I gave him that inner nickname?
Important questions, people. What do you think?
"Yes, she is quite the well-mannered young lady." Gray, that was a lie and you know it.
"Now if only she acted that way all of the time." Yeah Blood, I got that hint. I just choose to ignore it.
"Not gonna happen," I said flatly, taking his hat and another sip of my cocoa. Gray drank a bit of his coffee and we continued to chatter uselessly amongst ourselves (hanging out with my two favorite guys at the same time actually didn't go as disastrously as I had thought it would; apparently Blood and Gray had some sort of mutual respect for each other or something), mostly about me, for a while before the lizard assassino decided he should go back to the clinic.
"So, what were you doing here anyway, Blood?" I asked, wondering what he could possibly have been doing there anyway. Blood Dupre does NOT belong in a dainty café setting under most circumstances.
"Am I not allowed to walk around town now and then?"
Blood, didn't you just see my inner monologue? "I guess. Just asking." I took his response as 'Oh, I was out watching for you in case you were with someone else because I get jealous easily,' more so for my own entertainment than anything else. "So, while we're out do you want to go shopping?" I asked excitedly, my new random whim already changing the subject.
"Hm? What for?"
"You know, since approximately one fifth of the country is winter, another one is … summery," I started, having no clue where I was going. "And… Basketball. Donkeys. Yeah, summery basketball donkeys."
Blood, does a girl REALLY need a reason to go shopping on her boyfriend's dime?
He took a deep breath, preparing to say something else stupid, when I finally decided what I was going for. Well, actually I didn't. I lost my train of thought so badly I'm pretty sure it went straight off a cliff. "Miss Toki…" With a sigh, he went along with it.
It's because I'm so freaking persuasive and adorable, people just listen to me sometimes. I know, it's just one more awesome thing about me.
"What about this one, Toki?" Blood asked, holding up a bikini that made me want to slap him. Oh, yeah, I decided since approximately one fifth of the country was also summer I would get a swimsuit so I could enjoy summertime properly. And I for some reason found it socially acceptable to bring Mr. Dupre with me.
"Blood, seriously. We're in public." He gave me the look that said, 'I'm about to make a really dumb comment so you should cut me off.' "Don't even say it."
He picked up an equally irritating one and offered it to me, smiling smugly as though he WASN'T about to get hit. "…Just go away." Thirty seconds later, he was looking at lingerie. "Blood, look, if there's something you want to talk about I'm here for you. But I just want you to know that I don't date transgenders," I called over to him, hoping that questioning his sexuality in front of the two or three women who kept looking at me funny would get him to stop.
Opposite effects occurred. "Miss Toki, there's no need to be embarrassed. I don't care who knows you'll be wearing this tonight."
"I don't care either, because I won't be wearing it!"
"Oh? That's fine, too," he said, narrowing his eyes and grinning.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT."
"Ah, yes. And I'm already quite excited."
"SERIOUSLY."
He laughed as though my face's tomatoey-color was the most hilarious thing since bubbles. "I see you share my enthusiasm."
"Really, do you WANT me to slap you across the face? Are you turning into some kind of weird masochist or something on me?"
"Would you like that? Perhaps that would be a pleasant way to change things up."
I didn't hit him, though. In fact, I simply found a suitable suit, he paid for it, and we went home.
Oh, but I had a plan.
AN/ Yep, here comes the start of a fight of a different kind :3 Hopefully I can pull this off like I'm planning xD Sorry for cutting Gray-time off so short, but you know how clingy Mr. Dupre gets… xD
