Disclaimer: Looketh: Thanks : ) and of course you may, lustshipping is coming up soon. Insane Protag 8b: Yeah, I'll say you're an angel x p Lol I'll look that video up, it sounds good. And you better read that nuzlocke! Best frickin thing ever, I swear. AND I KNOW RIGHT I don't like when people argue that his hair is white. I don't understand why guys don't like the rivals, either. I mean, girls twist them to make them lovey-dovey/ bad boy romance interests, but still X D
Question: Hmmm. If you had to be a gym leader, what type would you specialize in?
My Answer: Probably psychic.
Characters: Black X Misty, for AshKetchumDarkSide
Summary: Black is such a gentleman 3
Coat
~Baby, it's cold outside~
"Misty, it's freezing out," Black tutted as they walked down the empty street, moonlight glinting off the nicely wrapped Christmas presents they held in their arms. "Why aren't you wearing more layers?"
She lifted her shoulders, feigning nonchalance even as shiver after shiver wracked her body. "I have my scarf."
He raised an eyebrow, seeing right through her. "You didn't think it would be this cold out, did you?"
She caved instantly, too tired from shopping to put up much of a fight. "Yeah."
He sighed, giving a 'what-am-I-going-to-do-with-you?' smile. "Here, hang on a sec." She paused as he deposited his tower of gifts onto the ground to take off his thick black coat, throwing it over her shoulders and buttoning it at her throat.
"Black, c'mon," she complained. "Now you'll be cold."
He simply scooped his presents up again "It's okay. I don't mind."
"Alright, then, let's compromise." She stood on the tips of her toes to sling her scarf around his neck as well. "There."
His inky eyes glimmered with amusement. "This will make walking much harder, you know."
"No. Not if you hold me closer, anyway," she said with a flirtatious smile.
He chuckled and contented with doing so, wrapping an arm around her waist as they made their way home.
~Ooh darling, it's cold outside~