Is a short one- I am sorry. I'm writing this in bed the night before I move to my new apartment and I feel like death from packing but then I wanted to write this.
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05: Eyes
They're really pretty, he decided.
They were strikingly blue, almost like ice, cold and frozen- to some probably bordering unapproachable. He knew she wasn't like that though.
They were oceans to dive into and sink into the deep, and he was relieved that he remembered how to swim, able to stay afloat and keep up with her always quickening pace. He was very glad he was a strong swimmer.
He berated himself, scolding silently to stop getting so distracted because of her pretty eyes. But what was more concerning than the distraction that kept sending his entire system into a shutdown was the fear of getting caught in the act.
"Fox."
Whoops.
So much for stealth.
Pikachu waved her hand back and forth in front of his muzzle, and he blinked in response, not entirely sure he registered what she said correctly. Looking down from her eyes, he noticed the pink tint appearing on her cheeks around the already red patches, and her lips clumped together forming a pout.
"What?" He stuttered, despite already knowing why she looked so embarrassed and borderline uncomfortable, and why when he looked to his left that Falco was rolling his eyes in the most dramatic fashion possible.
Her brow furrowed and she scowled. "You're staring."
Fox blinked again, his mouth going dry as he struggled to find a suitable response to get himself out of the hold he tossed his body into.
Her eyes burned holes into his skin, waiting for whatever pathetic answer he had, and he found himself desperate for the avian pilot to rescue him from this one.
Falco's chair screeched loudly, demanding the attention of the other two occupants of the table.
"Smooth as always," he grumbled into his mug, more to himself than either of his companions, stalking off towards the table holding the coffee.
Fox made a mental note to get back at Falco later for abandoning him in his time of need.
"Well?" Her expectant tone met his ears again, and they began to hurt from how warm they were.
He groaned internally- no point in avoiding it now, especially since he was caught red-handed with nowhere to run.
"You have pretty eyes," he spat quickly, telling himself to look away but finding himself stuck again because of the very eyes in question.
She looked surprised, her eyes widening. A moment of silence passed before she directed her attention downward, obviously just as awkward feeling as he was.
He then noticed the smile- small but there- cross her lips.
"Thanks."
