Hi everybody! This would be a perfect example of at pre-relationship short, just make it clear. This is a comparatively long one, but I hope you all will enjoy it!
"I'm going to kill you, Raimundo!" Kimiko fights against Clay's burly headlock, struggling to regain her freedom and end the life of a certain dragon of wind. She scratched at Clay's arms, steam literally rising off of her skin.
The cowboy tossed her into a kitchen chair, grabbing her arms as she kicked the table legs in frustration. "Kimiko, stop strugglin' and I can let you go!"
After at least a minute, Kimiko gave up her pointless fight, almost completely spent. "Okay, okay. I'm fine now. I won't fight anymore…"
Clay releases her, backing away slowly, just in case she decided to return to her rampage. But she stayed cool, even when the dragon of wind (not looking so happy himself), walks into the kitchen and takes the seat across from her.
They both exchange glares, neither party happy with the other. They had been fighting constantly for almost a week, and now it was getting to the point where it was hurting their efforts as a team.
"Alright, children." Dojo slithers onto the table top, tiny- doctor-like specs perched on his nose. "Dr. Dojo is in the house. Now, what seems to be the problem, Kimiko?"
"He's always trying to protect me! I'm never allowed to—" She immediately screams right at her fellow dragon, rather than at their therapist.
"Maybe I wouldn't have to protect you if you could stay out of trouble!" He yells back at her, wringing his hands on the table.
"I am! You never let me have a showdown! Even that time we were fighting fire monsters!"
"None of us could have handled those on our own!"
"You would never know because you never let me try!"
"I never let you try because I'm-"
"WHOA WHOA WHOA!" The two warriors are a mere inches apart by the time Dojo jumps into the line of fire. He carefully pushes back each of their faces, shooing them back into their seats. "Okay, obviously talking about your feelings isn't going to work. Let's try a therapeutic exercise, shall we?"
The small dragon holds up a piece of paper and two pens, giving one to each. "So you two just write down your feelings on this sheet, slide it over to the other, and we'll take it from there." He gives the paper to Kimiko. "And no talking." He adds in, actually scared to witness another yelling match.
Kimiko looks down at the blank sheet before her, then back up at Raimundo. With an angry expression, she scribbles something down and slides the sheet over to him.
Conceited jerk. He reads, his face expressionless as he writes a response and sends it back.
Self-absorbed brat.
She quick to reply with: Idiotic pretty boy.
Hot headed feminist.
Clueless wretch.
Raimundo frowned at her words, bringing his pen to the surface of the paper to reciprocate with words just as hateful. Once he's done his one-liner, he finds that he wrote quite the opposite. He stared at the sheet, not really wanting to send it back and have her read it. He begins to scratch it out, preparing to write something else.
"That's cheating!" Kimiko breaks the no talking rule, lunging across the table at the paper. After a quick struggle, the sheet tears in right down the middle.
The dragon of wind abruptly gets to his feet, pocketing his half of the paper and rushing from the room without a backing glance.
Kimiko looked down at her half of the paper, only part of Raimundo's answer on her side. She stared at the sheet, trying to figure out what he could possibly mean.
She ran her hand over his word: beautiful