Another tumblr request. This one was sitting in my inbox for like nearly two months. I kept forgetting about it. Oops.
Prompt: "Where are your pants?" + Grellal (Gray/Jellal)
A Bad Day to Visit
Jellal didn't visit Fairy Tail often for multiple reasons. He rarely visited Magnolia for starters. And even when he was in Magnolia with the rest of Crime Sorciere, he simply didn't have a reason to visit the Fairy guild anyway. That, and he didn't actually like visiting the guild if he had to be perfectly honest. It was always so… chaotic.
That time though, Meredy had expressed her desire to catch up with Juvia, so there Jellal was, sitting in the middle of Fairy Tail's guild hall, and wishing he could literally be anywhere else.
It was so noisy there. He'd already had to duck from having a chair go flying over his head, and then there'd been these weird little… totem things zooming around him and chanting something menacing. Was it too much to ask for a little peace or civility?
Apparently so, when it came to Fairy Tail.
It was really no surprise to Jellal that Erik and Macbeth had already disappeared, no doubt to somewhere quiet (Jellal kind of envied them in that moment).
The white-haired woman tending the bar smiled apologetically to him as she fetched him another glass of water. "You chose a bad day to visit," Mira said. "The guild isn't usually this bad."
Jellal took a sip of his drink. I doubt that, he thought. But he nodded in thanks before responding, "Just my luck then."
Another mage came up to the bar just beside where he was sitting, and Jellal spared a glance in that direction. He quickly recognised him to be Gray, and turned back to his glass of water in front of him before his head snapped back around and he looked to Gray again.
He might not have spared the Ice Make mage a second glance had he been wearing a shirt. Jellal's brow furrowed as he kept slowly looking down. His arms and torso were completely bare, the scar on his hip completely visible. But to Jellal's confusion, his legs and feet were also bare, save from the thin fabric of his black boxer-shorts.
He'd heard stories about Gray and his stripping habit, but Jellal had thought they were merely stories. He cleared his throat and looked back up to Gray's expressionless face, waiting for his drink to be served by Mira. "Where… Where are your pants?" Jellal asked finally.
Gray finally glanced down to the hooded-mage. He'd known Crime Sorciere were visiting, because he'd already seen Meredy with Juvia. "Hm?"
"Your pants," Jellal repeated. He nodded downwards. "You're not wearing any pants."
Gray looked down at himself, and he rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated groan as he quickly stormed away from the bar. "God-fucking-damnit."
Jellal could only watch in mild amusement as Gray went off to find his discarded clothes.