Pursueshipping (Vivian Wong x Jean Claude Magnum)

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Vivian Wong didn't really get attached. She tried not to. After all, when you were a duelist and performer like she was, you had to travel a lot. There wasn't much room for having long-term friendships, much less relationships. And most people she met were okay with that. They understood; they were in the same or similar lines of work and didn't want a commitment anyway. Both parties knew what they were, and both parties were all right with a quick smile and wave goodbye at the end of it.

This guy, though, didn't seem to be able to take the hint.

"Vivian, my dear," he said in a horrible facsimile of Mandarin Chinese. "The sun's sweet embrace cannot compare to the joy I find seeing your beautiful eyes."

"That's...nice and poetic and all, but I've already told you that I'm not interested," Vivian said in careful English. Geez. Throw a guy like this one bone and he was all over you like a dog.

"Please, my dear, I cannot forget the sweet scent of flowers that follows your every graceful step!"

Again with his horrible Chinese. She wasn't even completely fluent herself in her native dialect, but his was like listening to nails on a chalkboard. Like she should maybe be glad that he was trying but the way he said things made her feel like he was exoticizing her and it was making her uncomfortable. She also wasn't a huge fan of how close he was.

"You're like a delicate cherry blossom," he continued to drone on in exceedingly purple prose.

"Not really flattering, actually," Vivian said. "You can speak English, you know. I'm fluent. I mean, I did grow up in California, surprisingly."

She leaned over the bar, clutching at her drink with more and more irritation as he leaned farther forward, continuing to speak in Mandarin and gush with stupid analogies.

Can I get away with punching him?

She caught the barkeep's eye, a tall, beefy man with a heart tattoo on his bared shoulder. He raised a bushy eyebrow at her and nodded at the American man beside her, as though to ask her if he was bothering her. She gave him a tight smile.

"I felt such a deep connection from the moment I first met you," the man said.

"All right, I'm done," Vivian said, shoving off from the counter. "I literally cannot handle with your inability to take hints."

"Wait, my dear Vivian, just a moment-"

He actually grabbed her elbow and Vivian just about screamed. She turned around, grabbed her half finished drink, and poured it onto his head. He stared at her with his mouth hanging open, like a dumb fish.

"Since you don't seem to speak English," she said in Mandarin. "I guess this is the only thing you WILL understand."

She turned on her heel and stalked away.

But not before catching the approving grin of the barkeep. She winked at him.

Maybe that one would be a better prospect while she was staying in Hollywood.

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A/N: I don't even know. Vivian is hard to write and Magnum is an oblivious douche. Puppyshipping (Jonouchi x Kaiba) is next.