Rainy day (Vector x Vanilla)
Requested by Abby254
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"You're such a scaredy-cat! We all know you babysit Cream only because you're so in love with Vani- Mphh!"
Espio let out an exasperated sigh, and blew lightly on his tea. In the background Vector was attempting to strangle Charmy, and so far they had successfully destroyed a flowerpot. It was such a shame, really. Breakfast was one of the finer forms of art, and look at those two, already ruining it…
"Vector, Charmy." Espio raised his voice, and prepared a glare as he glanced at the two. "Stop fooling around. We've got a new case to solve, and your toast is withering."
"A new case?" Vector immediately perked up, and let go off Charmy.
"Yes." Espio said more quietly, and pressed an index finger to an envelope, which served as a pad for the teapot. Vector got up, and took up the envelope. Espio then raised an eyebrow at the other letter, which had been slipped under the first one so that the detective hadn't seen it at first. It had a distinct apricot colour, and was that a ribbon?
…Oh wait.
Espio hid a smirk behind his teacup, as he took another sip. Meanwhile Charmy had plumped himself down on a chair, and was devouring his toast happily, crumbs raining down on the newspapers. Even if Vector didn't read the newspaper – a very dumb choice for a detective – then Espio still would, at least, skim through it. Vector said that he had more important things to do anyway…
…Like trying to make up excuses to hang out at Vanilla's place.
Vector seemed to be done reading the letter, and he hummed a he flipped it to look at its other side. And then he froze. Espio focused on his tea, while Charmy looked up with interest.
Vector suddenly looked almost embarrassed, but that expression quickly mixed with horror, as his eyes went further down the paper. Lastly he put it behind the other letter again, and hid both of them under the teapot.
"So-!" Charmy practically bounced in his chair. "What did the letter say?"
"It was about the case." Vector quickly said. Charmy was having none of that.
"I meant the other one, dummy!"
There was a pause.
"Apparently," Vector began, "I am… goingtoarestaurantwithVanilla-"
Vanilla glanced worriedly up at the sky.
"It looks like it will rain soon," she then said. Vector made some squeak-ish sound of agreement next to her, and then they both continued walking. A few cars drove past them, and the shop-windows threw light on the cement at their feet. It was getting dark, but since the dinner had been in the afternoon, then it was understandable.
…She didn't bring an umbrella.
"Oh dear." The sky rumbled in agreement, and then it began pouring down. Vanilla and Vector quickly sought shelter in a nearby café, which would close in just half-an-hour. The waitress – a young cat – asked if they wanted anything, to which Vector quickly offered to buy Vanilla some coffee.
Vanilla said that he didn't need to.
Then they both stood before the window together, watching the rain come splattering at the window from somewhere in the rapidly growing darkness. A spoon clinked against a plate, and it smelled of cup-cake-frosting. Vanilla inspected a wrinkle on her dress, and gazed out again – or tried to, anyway. The window displayed their reflections now, and not the view of the street.
"Cream really likes you and your agency." Vanilla said quietly.
"…Oh?" Came the flustered response.
"Yeah. She asked why-" Vanilla chuckled. "Why you and I can't just 'get married' so that we'd all live together."
"…Oh."
There was a pause.
"…So then I said, that… well, if it weren't for all the financial problems, so…"
Yeah. Yeah
