"I own nothing except the clothes on my back, and even those can be taken from me."
- Kibou-Greenbird -
- Devil's Drabblings -
'Cause even the Devil himself needs some lighthearted fun.
The Second Drabble
Title: Cat
Rating/Genre: K+/Fluff ('cause everyone knows Fluff is a genre)
Summary: He's just like a cat.
Pairing: Greed X Marta
(Drabble: Start)
He was just like a cat, she realized.
Whenever she made any attempts to speak with him, or even just to be near him, he'd pretend she wasn't there.
And yet…
Whenever she was busy, he'd always tried to get her attention, usually when she was reading or cooking, and usually getting right in her face, whether it being him taking her book and demanding her affection, or embracing her from behind when she was trying to make sure that the meat on the stove was cooked evenly.
It was like he was trying to prove that he could have her anytime he wanted.
She became aware of violet eyes trying to stare holes through her book. She lowered it.
"Hey, love."
She chuckled. Quite frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly had cat ears perched on top of his head.
"Heeey. What's so funny?" he asked, lying down on the same sofa she was sitting on.
"Nothing, nothing," she replied, stretching her arms and yawning. She felt Greed lay his head on her lap, facing the ceiling.
"Greed, do you mind? I was about to get up."
"But you're comfy…" he whined, already being lulled to sleep. She sighed.
"Fine…" She was getting tired; he was like a frickin' blanket.
Well… she was more of a cat person, anyway.
(Drabble: End)
