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❝ Your hair is not that pink. ❞
It was a normal night for Lucy, her writing a letter for her deceased mom while a cup of tea sat next to her as she continued to scribble down. The silence was comfortable, her nice thoughts invading her mind as she continued to tell her mom through letters how nice it was to have peace and all.
"LUCY!" She accidentally bumped her hand to her tea making it spill all over her floor and table, fortunately for her the letter she's writing wasn't affected at all.
She turned to an almost-crying Natsu, yeah those animated tears, nothing special. He looks kind of funny either way. "What?" She glared at him, "look what you've done. My precious tea spilled."
Natsu tilted his head a little, trying to see if she's not overreacting, though she's telling the truth. "Oh sorry," he apologized but it wasn't that sincere at all.
Lucy shrugged, completely forgetting about the spilled tea. "So why are you here barging once again inside my apartment? And wow, am I glad you used the door and not my window. That's new..."
"The door was open so I thought of using it," he answered then sulkily sat at the end of her bed.
"So why are you sulking?"
"That ice stupid queen."
"Gray?"
"Who else?"
She rolled her eyes, "continue."
"He said my hair is pink, too girly!"
"Your hair is not that pink."
"You're lying."
She groaned and sat next to him, "alright. Your hair is pink but that's one of the reasons why I love you. If you must know, I have this weird fetish with pink-colored things. Your hair is one of those."
"Disgusting," he crinkled his nose.
Lucy playfully punched his shoulder, "I was just kidding!" She laughed but kissed his forehead then his hair, "but I do love your hair and its color, I can easily spot you anywhere because of it."
"Really?" Natsu asked with a childish but cute smile.
Lucy laughed, "yeah, really. Now clean my spilled tea, you pink haired dolt."