A big green hand rested on Charming's shoulder, and what came up behind him appeared to be an ogre. A big, smelly, green ogre. He heard a gulp occur in Charming's throat. The ogre leaned inward, then smelled Charming's hair. Those soft, bouncy, chin-length dirty blonde locks.
"You smell funny," stated the ogre, "like fruit. Cherries. It smells disgusting."
Charming merely rolled his eyes in contempt. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing the ogre standing behind him. Beautiful cerulean orbs cast their gaze onto the supposedly hideous creature.
"At least I don't smell like you, Shrek."
"I'm sure you don't, Cinderella. You might find my scent disgusting, but I also find yours disgusting as well."
Charming gasped in disbelief and pressed a hand to his chest, "Cinderella? Is that your way of mocking me, Shrek?"
"Well done! You're catching up."
Shrek patted Charming's shoulder. Charming merely gasped, slouching his shoulders. He caught sight of Shrek's rims curling into a smirk.
"Whatever," he answered, withdrawing a noticeably loud sigh at the end.
Shrek shuffled closer to Charming. He tilted his head to the side, examining Charming's features. He turned up his nose. His ears flowed gently in the wind.
"Trying to cover up how handsome you are, are you? Why not crack a smile for once?" Shrek questioned, teasing at this point.
"Mhm," Charming's lips twitched, albeit he refused to smile at Shrek, "It would appear I am. But me, handsome? Do you really think so? I mean, of course you think so," Charming laughed, "I think so too."
"Hm," Shrek intoned, examining the human's features, particularly the beauty spot just beneath Charming's lips, "I didn't expect that one. I suppose I must not know you well enough."
He looked down at Charming, his large frame towering over the shorter male's. Shrek's shadow towered over Charming, keeping the blonde male trapped in the shade.
"Still, you have a good sense of humour. You're not handsome - you're pretty, like a pretty ballerina."
Charming snickered, pouting a bit, and took a step back. His hand clutched his side, holding the side of his ribcage.
"How refreshing," he noted, finally offering a small smile to the ogre. Charming raised his other hand, flipping his blonde hair, thus maintaining his assertive behaviour.
"Shrek," he added, his voice rising a bit on the name, "to see you in person. It's been ages since I've seen you."
Shrek thoughtfully grinned, rubbing the back of his head. Listening to Charming's poetic nonsense made him feel a little...uncomfortable.
"So have I, Cinderella," he replied, snickering.
Charming looked around, seeming a little embarrassed. He started to fan himself, feeling a hot flush course over his body. A vibrant reddish hue dusted his features, painting his cheekbones.
"Good heavens, Shrek, do you always have to call me that? I'm nothing like her-" Charming stated, trying to keep his voice to a certain level.
"Well, uh-" Shrek averted his gaze to one side, thinking a little, "I guess you do live in a cottage with a Fairy Godmother. I suppose that's part of Cinderella's background, isn't it?"
"And three hideous step-sisters but I have twelve brothers that I don't even know," Charming leaned in close while his hands pressed to his hips, "Shrek, my name is Charming. I'm not Cinderella. Cinderella's my...mother's god niece. That alone proves I'm not even her in the slightest."
"Okay then, but I still think you look like her."
Charming winced. Shrek grinned, lifting his chin a bit. His chubby fingers bent at the joints. His nose pointed up to the sky as he continued his stare of approval.
"Very well," Shrek relented, "Cinderella it is, then."
To that response, the ogre extended out a chubby arm and wrapped it around Charming's slender waist, tugging the human male in for a long embrace. He pressed Charming's face into the white wool of his long-sleeved vest.
"And as a Princess, you shall be treated like one."
Charming just grumbled.
"Come on," Shrek scoffed, "I'm assuming you can't even take a joke," but even that was a joke.
