Patty drifts from store to store in a little downtown part of Death City, for once alone, without her sister.
"Ooh, this is pretty!" She picks up a tee shirt with a giraffe right smack in the middle. She checks the price tag. "Oh. You're not that pretty."
"Hi, Patty." A skinny boy with purple hair taps her shoulder.
"HIIIYA!" Patty smacks him across the face. "OH! Hi, Crona! Didn't see ya there. It's just that Big Sis always tells me to be careful when I'm by myself, which is almost never, hehe." She smiles downward and reaches out to help him up from the rough stone floor.
"That's okay... I- guess-" Holding his face with a gloved hand he looks up to see her, the setting sun shining through her short blonde hair, blue eyes sparkling in the twilight, an angel reaching down to pick him up. "Um, uh, thanks..." Crona stutters. He reaches up with his free hand to grab hers. He'd never paid much attention to Patty, but now she was all that was on his mind.
"Yeah. So whatcha doin here?" She continues down the rack of animal based shirts she was looking at, shuffling them around, pausing at the ones that featured giraffes or penguins.
"I just thought I would look around, Maka said that I should get out more so I am." He follows her down the rack, obviously uninterested in the shirts. "What about you Patty?"
She frowns, "I dunno I just felt like leaving and Big Sis was doing her nails and said they had to dry first and I didn't want to wait and now I'm here!" She finishes with a flourish and faces Crona. "But now I'm bored, do you want to do something else?" She stares up at him, for he's much taller than she is.
"Oh, uh.." He cant help the pink that's rushing across his face. He looks away, unsure how he feels about this. "Sure but don't look at me like that, it gives me this weird feeling and I do't know if I like it yet." They start out of the store and down the street, now fully lit with streetlights. The sun had set not too long ago.
"What kind of feelings?" Patty wondered aloud, still staring ahead.
"Well- they're-" He was interrupted by shouting down an alley.
"Hey, look, fresh meat!" An adolescent voice echoes down the mostly empty street.
"Some skinny kid and his girlfriend!" Another voice calls out, unrecognizable.
"They should be easy to take down!"
"Let's get 'em!"
Crona pushes Patty behind him protectively, "Careful, Patty, you don't have a meister!"
She gasps as Ragnorok materializes from his wrists as a skinny sword. Before the miscreants even knew what hit them, they were unconscious on the ground. Not bleeding, he made sure to hit them with the flat of his sword.
Patty stares up at her hero, basking in the moonlight in his fighting stance until he is sure they're not getting back up. Then he relaxes.
"Wow, Crona. Good job." She smiles. "Thank you!"
She plants a kiss on his cheeks which are burning red.
"Y- You're welcome Patty."
The two walk down the moonlit road, together.