"Navix, we're going to be late."

"I'll be down in a minute!"

The girl sighed, and took a seat on the sofa to wait for her boyfriend to finish getting changed. Tonight, the two of them were going out to dinner together, to have fun and enjoy each other's company. She had been dressed and ready within 15 minutes.

Apparently, Navix needed much more time than that.

He called from their bedroom, "Just one more minute!" to console her.

It didn't do too much.

Lydia sat quietly, her wings twitching ever so slightly out of boredom.

And suddenly, the sound of footsteps from afar rapidly changed into nearby footsteps as the boy made his way to the Living Room.

And as her eyes lay upon him, they widened.

Navix was, of course, wearing relatively nice clothes, but with the addition of a few extra 'accessories': His mask, his cape, his cloak, his belt that held various small weaponry, and a sling on his back which carried a few favorite swords of his.

The look in her eyes shifted from surprise to desperation. "Are you seriously going out like that?"

The brunette looked down at himself. He thought he looked just fine. "Why? What's wrong with how I look?"

"You look…as if you're going to battle."

He grinned. "Don't I look bad-a**?"

"Navix, you look ridiculous." After seeing the faint hurt in his eyes, she quickly but smoothly added on, "For going out to dinner, that is." The hurt dissipated. "Can't you just dress…a little more conservatively?"

He looked at her, near-pouting. "Aw, Lydia…do I have to?"

"Please?"

He sighed inwardly, but took off his mask. He'd do anything to please her. "Is that better?" He asked, hoping it was. But the look on her face showed otherwise.

"…do you really need the weapons?" Lydia asked.

He though for a moment, before slowly taking the sword and sling, and the belt, off. If there were any danger, he reasoned with himself, it'd be no problem at all to just summon a sword or something.

She smiled sheepishly. "Do you really need the cloak?"

He took that off too.

"And the cape?"

He frowned. "Can't I keep it? I need my bad-a**ness."

"Navix…"

"Please, Lydia?"

The onyx-haired girl sighed. She knew some sort of compromise was coming up.

"Fine, you can keep the cloak."

Navix grinned and kissed her, pulling her close. "Thanks!" She smiled in return.

He then summoned a dark portal, and the two went through and onto enjoying their night.

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Because we all know the women wear the pants in the relationship ;)

This drabble has been written in honor of GS' birthday, and by extension, Navix's birthday. Happy B-Day, guys!

Navix, of course, belongs to GS, while Lydia belongs to Wyrmhero.

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