Sora Kohaku: I couldn't help but write another one...though I don't think you guys mind, right?
Thanks to Kutsu for inspiration!
Warnings: Slash and cursing, can't avoid that second one.
Mamori looked at him incredulously, how this relationship happened was not only a mystery and shock to everyone, but to her as well. And, she had always been good at understanding relationships worked and how they began. Logically, this one made no sense, she was honestly wondering if Sena was brainwashed or something; she couldn't doubt it considering who his lover was.
Lover.
She couldn't quite believe it and was well on her way to the nice house with soft plush walls.
Who would have thunk it?
It was even affecting her brain processes now. She was using improper grammar!
She gave him one last stare before she asked, "Are you sure about this, Sena?" Forget formalities. She had a right to be in too much shock to use them sometimes, too.
Then, Sena's lover, decided it was as good as time to walk up and wrap an arm around his waist.
"Of course, he's fucking sure. Would he tell you, otherwise?" Sena nodded in avid agreement.
She death glared at Hiruma. If Sena was happy, so was she. She didn't think that he would mind her maiming his boyfriend considerably. . . as long as she kept certain parts intact.
Mamori shivered at that, and then wondered why it wasn't one of complete horror.
At least Hiruma, she noted, wasn't calling Sena fucking shrimp anymore. How the heck could she miss that?