Prompt: Based on fanart by epiphany-on-toast on tumblr.
"Come on, Raimundo."
He can feel the irritation in her voice, emanating from her in waves so strong he can feel the heat keenly on his face-or maybe that's just the blush he's trying so hard to fight down. Regardless, her anger isn't something he's too intent on facing at the moment, but he can't see any way out of the current situation. And so he tries to play it off as nonchalantly as he can.
"Do I have to?" he asks her, and mentally, he kicks himself in the head for sounding like a whining kid.
The corner of her lip lifts up momentarily at his response, even though her arms are still crossed over her chest and her eyebrows are still furrowed in annoyance, and he thinks that if looks really could kill, he'd be burnt toast by now. "What do you think?"
"I think-" he begins, but the snappy comeback he'd had in mind disappears almost immediately when her glare grows even stronger and her frown deepens, and it is with a sigh that he hangs his head in defeat. "Fine," he says, and quickly takes one of her hands in his. Her skin is surprisingly cool to the touch. "Happy?"
She smiles and pulls on his arm, bringing him down to her height before pressing her lips to his cheek. "Thank you," she replies smugly.
"Yeah, yeah." He straightens up and looks away pointedly as he feels the blush growing stronger. "You're lucky you're cute."