p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"His sneer is ice cold menacing, but by no means an intimidating glower. I can recognize it as being because I have known and experienced it so many continuous times it has lost all chill. Grey is doing so right now, leaning over me from the other side of the table and glaring down as if it'll have any effect. Happy is nibbling on a fish next to Lucy who is sat opposite me, while Erza is fiddling with an object seemingly invisable. Everyone within the guild is rather joyful today, all smiling and laughing around each other. Its not shocking, because we all know why, word of the Grand Magic Games has spread around and everyone whom had watched the guild get humiliated for six years now, will have the chance to see it revitalised with everyone being back. /spanstrong id="docs-internal-guid-bb9696f7-7fff-f01e-ef10-2709891ba3c2" style="font-weight: normal;"/strong/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Right now though, my concentration is on the Ice Make mage glaring at me over his chilled soda. Rare as it may be, I do not actually know the reasoning for his ire as it stands. We hadn't been fighting previously, and I'm almost certain I did nor say something provocative- but to be fair there is always a possiblity I did. As it stands, we're just staring at each other and waiting for a move to be made, there is sound around us of course, but no one is paying any attention to our normal interactions. After all, there was nothing particularly different from now and how we normally are, except for the fact that there doesn't seem to be a reasoning behind his glare. Breaking the norm once more, I find myself ignoring his blatant attempt at confrontation, and simply let my confusion for his actions rest on my face in expression, shifting my focus instead to the Iron Dragon sitting a table away with a deep grimice formed at his mug, a personal injustice having been done upon him based on the foul express. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"He is practically lounged over the table, near laying but not exactly with his chin resting on a sprawled arm splayed over the surface. Evaluating him from head to foot does little to give me an answer, and I stand instead. Almost hitting the back of my knees on the bench and blocking out the sound of Grey's shouting of 'coward,' or something far to similar to be definitive about, while Erza grunts in uncertainty and Lucy lets out a mellow gasp. Ignoring the Ice-mage's mental challenge is easy, as my want to fight him presently stands low, and truthfully has for awhile now. I do get Gajeel's attention stomping over to him, but then I had made sure I was announcing my footfalls, he did look my way, even sat up slightly- a scowl deep on his face, and small glare curving his eyelids. Though, he does not appear angry or even irritated at my presence, merely exasperated, at least from what I can tell in his slouched posture and rather lazy attempt at a glare. That is being as his qualms at the moment have no baring on my choice of action, I pay him no heed as I rake my eyes over his figure once again. Noting, again, that yes he is my type -perhaps too short- and more importantly in gazing at his several piercings; yes it does look to me like he would almost certainly have one on his dick. I make myself stare at his face then, both his eyebrows are raised while his expression portrays intrigue rather then disgust or confusion. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Automatically, my hands come to rest comfortably on my hips, a feeling of more prominent confidence coming forth from the action. Watching his movements as he watches me with almost equal intensity. I can tell now that he was not actually taking qualm with my evaluation, but moreof curious in it and therein possibly interested in another manner, though for that I do not know and cannot describe. The carefully lined scowl he had borne previously was gone, instead there was a lightened amusement in a smirk resting on his features, a mischiviuous tilt to his irises as his eyebrows were far up and not inclined downward in his commonplace irate expression. It sends an uncomfortable chill to the base of my spine- and I don't like the cold, because I am near certain that I had been right in my guess; an assumption I had not wanted to be proven correct with. Thus, my lips are almost clasped shut while my teeth hardly allow speech through. "It was you, in Oaktown wasn't it?" Maybe there was no reason for me to know, but I needed to know for my own subconscious sake. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The further his smirk grew affirmed my suspicions, and the groan I couldn't help but release in anguish at that acknowledgement spilled right out of my throat from my stomach. I heard him click his tongue: "Aw whats the matter Salamander? Bug ya that much?" He leaned towards me, crowding into my personal space, my own body flinching back at his incrouchment; in my own annoyance, not because I was disgusted. Though, his obvious cocky stance on the topic does scratch at my pride, making my eye twitch for the fact. Still, I can manage to tilt my own lips into a smirk in knowing he thinks I was disturbed by the blowjob. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Nope! Just grossed out that it had been you!" It spewed out my mouth automatically, and with such vindication, I'm sure I could see my own saliva spat out with my words. I watch his eyebrow raise then, as he sits straight and stares at me with his same -dominating- smug demeanour. Tapping his fingers on the wood of the table, his chin tilted up and smirk firm in place. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I knew you were a bent nail." The blunt statement, though obvious, makes me laugh. Because, in my profound opinion, my twisted preferences were pretty clear; that is, if one isn't taken in by the stereotyping of gay men and women within Fiore made by the Magic Council and Monarchy. After all, by my own lack of care, I have not been hiding my attraction to men, I just haven't outwardly decreed it out to the world because I don't want to deal with the ramifications- or for the guild to deal with the shitstorm it might cause. Hiding my relationship with Laxus is different because he doesn't want the attention on his back, and he has only just accepted his interest in men as it is- having others know would be leaping off a cliff. I snort after laughing, because yes, it would be obvious to anyone not blinded by social normalicy that I am gay. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Is it important metal head? Does it bug you that much?" I mimic his tone as best I can, probably managing only to sound ridiculous, as his grainy voice is difficult to imitate, but I can copy his stupid smirk as I lean into him with crossed arms just as he did with me. I did expect a retort, or some type of anger, not for him to burst out with a deepened, bellowing, laugh throwing his head back and smacking his hand on the table as his leg shook. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Fuck no! Just thinking it needs to happen again sometime!" That spooked my mind into a temporary silence, especially as his eyes met mine, but were this time implicational, lisencious in their smoldering appearance, there was no room to doubt his intent therein. My face burnt red at the stare and the imply, and not because I found it insulting, the heat in my body became a fraction more obvious as I felt my lower region take abrupt interest. Much to my own shame, I had to force my glare. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You wish!" Perhaps it was partially due to the fact that he was being austentaciously smug jerk, the curve of cocky knowledge which sat on his lips as his eyes stared smoldering into my own. Waiting with an plain knowledge of my own interest, and therein my internal debate. He laughed again at my response, as expected. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Whats the matter? Scared?" Well that wouldn't stand, it wasn't a true challenge as some men might take it; he only meant it to actually see if I am. That didn't mean it stood any less condescending to my ears, and I had to slam my foot close to his own to showcase it to him. That didn't diminish his overbearing smug expression. Though, I did pause in punching his jaw; in seeing his red eyes roaming down and over my body, not hiding his interest at all. It does make my skin feel as if it is prickling wherever his gaze rests, but I do not know if I find it disturbing or by some measure- complimentary. A hiss escapes me and I shove his stupid self back in his seat slightly, sitting in the spot he vacated with my legs spread over each side of the bench. I lean forward into his space and wait for him to get the message that I want to talk quiet. He does, though looks entirely unimpressed as he tilts forward. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm already seeing someone, and I am not going to mess around with anyone but him." I manage to dim my voice into a whisper, being better then shouting out for everyone to hear, but its difficult to do because I'm so inapt at it. He snorted at my quiet, but he said nothing condescending, his smirk remained however- and he bent further into my space then he had to. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Thats a shame, its surprising, but you are a bit of a prize Salamander." I've found, though my experience with his manner and personality as I know it, he has a very unique way of riling my ire. I could punch him easily from my position, or pull on his long hair enough to make him give out a minor cry of pain, just to jarr him. Though, I cannot deny that I am near flattered by his calling me a 'prize' I don't know Gajeel well enough, we did not and have not spend vast quantities of time together; but in judging the more delicate measure of his tone as he says so, it is not meant as an insult or jibe at my worth. I can even guess it was actually intended as a compliment, but then again his smug express is hard to see past. The lock on my jaw disconnects ready to sprew my opinion right into his cocky face, accolade made or not. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"But just as I'm ready to snap at him, the loud sound of a bar stool being knocked down catches my attention instead, while the broad figure of the resonant lightning slayer rises. It catches many eyes as with most in the hall turn to see why he made the incident, but his posture is tensed and his head is turned to the floor. He turns away with the gentle waft of his coat, but in opposite he slams the door open, and then slams it closed with a rattling strength. I personally don't understand the sudden movement, or Laxus's random storm out; but in glancing about nobody else seems to be knowledgable either, the Thunder Legion seemingly both irate and concerned. However, I catch a smidgen of dark blue in the corner of my vision, long enough on a tiny figure, and in looking closer I can see Wendy's cheeks have tinged pink and she is bashfully sending timid glnces in my and Gajeel's general direction- but covers her face with her hair as we meet eyes. The clue rather clicks into place; Dragonslayer hearing. Slamming my head down in force against the table or even the man's chest afore me has appeal -his chest is hard as… steel after all- but I force my legs to move instead, purposefully stomping away out the hall- they'll think I'm just annoyed, it would be no strange sight. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The coil in my gut is pressing down on me because I know if Laxus heard all of that conversation it would sound odd, perhaps rational to a point; but if he had only heard a fraction, then my conversing with the Iron slayer might appear more implicational then it was. That thought had me twitching under my vest, and any smile I could muster, falling. Instead, my teeth are pulling at my bottom lip and my gaze is searching about for the indicative leather coat or sound of heavy footfalls, I can't even catch a slight of his scent in the air other then the minor crisp smell of electrical charr, and the miniscule burn markings in a circle at my feet confirm that he'd used his magic to zoom away. Not surprising, because in all the years of knowing him- admittedly not very closely, as I'd like; he had never been good with confrontation when in a bad situation. For a second, the vague idea of leaving him be, at least for a day or so fluttered through my mind, but that soon left with the resounding 'no' echoing in my head at the concept. A genius; I certainly don't have the mind of one, or actions indicative of one, but I do comprehend where the man is; I'd seen him once when away from the guild before he had left. Three years prior actually, when things had been mellow and Fairytail while still one of the strongest guilds in Fiore, just a little more passive. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"He hadn't been hanging about in the forest or gloomily reclining overtop some random stone building in the square looking over the town with a clinical eye and some well hidden malice. No, he had been on one of the adjacent bridges on the edge of town near the port where the water began flowing in its small channels from the sea and into the city, there were always some small boats out that way unlike in the deeper roads, fishermen and marketers grabbing their hull or supplies. Laxus had been staring around him, sometimes at the gentle water, but mostly gazing into the streets a small smile on his face as he leaned over the stone rail. I hadn't bothered to talk to him then, now was different. Walking there, it was obvious that the area in itself was quiet and calm, just people milling about and some flocking pigeons at the edge of the cannel. I could see him, his back was to me, so as I walked up he didn't pay any particular attention to the presence behind./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Laxus." I managed to say it quietly, befitting of the surrounding atmosphere, I could see his flinch even beneath his coat. Rather clear that he didn't want to see me, I brushed that aside, because it wasn't a matter to me, if he wanted to sulk then he could but he was going to tell me what was going on in his too macho head. So I found my perch on the rail, not as easy because he's far taller and the stone guard is almost at my neck in height, I put my crossed arms there anyway, I'm not going to lose my stance just because he fits the height better. Lowly, I can hear him grumble as I slot myself into his preiphial, some low curses and there is a small glare cast my way which makes my skin feel like its squirming. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You look ridiculous." Is the first thing out of his mouth, and its not something I can truly argue against, because by crossing my arms on a too tall railing I just appear like a small kid trying to copy his older brother in looking nonchalant or cool. Its not a type of appearance I can make in honesty, its too macho, a thing I don't portray well enough; though therein, two things I cannot find a care about as it is: Its particularly overrated as I view it, though my taste in men seems to override that viewpoint, it doesn't mean I have to think about projecting it myself. So I don't, wearing skirts? I practically do so everyday, with trousers underneath and a slit down the middle, but I see it as a skirt well enough. I would wear a dress too, without a care given, I like them, they're pretty- flowing ones best that are easy to fight in, but point being I would still wear one if I could bother to buy one. Being raised by a dragon without true social stigma or ideals really effects the amount of attention one pays to strange stereotypes. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Though, obviously, the man beside me fits into the whole view of the male rather perfectly, and I'm not complaining. I lean a little closer to him, he gives me a glance for it, but doesn't say anything to object. "I take it you know Black Steel intimately." Again, the man cannot seem to formulate a question without making it sound like a statement. But, saying anything against his observation would be idiotic, so I just let myself spout the truth./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I met him in Oaktown months before Phantom attacked. I didn't know the man I met in the bar was Gajeel and I didn't care, he flirted, I was interested; he got a blowjob in the alleyway." A pretty simple set of circumstances, and being as Laxus himself is very much a chick magnet in almost every town he visits, including his home, I can bet my entire next pay that he has been been blown in a dingy place just the same. Beside me, I heard a loud snort as he put his hands on the rail instead of crossed arms and stopped slouching, I just let myself step away from the guard all together and relish in the relief that gave my muscles. A smirk was curved on his face, but there was only a margin of amusement lain there./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Sounds like he's the one interested." That curves my brow, because it was said in a punctured grumble as he turned his head away. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"A spark of laughter catches in my throat, and sits there in taunt as I speak, noticeable to anyone who could hear me."Wait, are you… jealous?" I can almost hear his neck as his gaze snaps back to me, as he stares me down with hard orange irises and eyebrows drawn down his forehead, a pink just visible on his cheeks./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Don't be an idiot." He says it calmly, but while not the smartest man on the street, even I can see his embarrassment in the accusation. I can feel my own smirk resting on my face, and maybe its a little inappropriate, once again I feel those bubbles so happily dancing around my heart. I poke into his side meeting with hard muscle so the flesh doesn't really accept the poke sadly, he pulls only slightly away. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You are!" Laxus was shy about the fact, obviously, and that makes the laugh in my throat come forward to play into the air. I have never really seen the man shy, except when he had asked me out, but this was so sweetly different that the thought alone makes me feel happy. He bats my hand away without any true force, a sigh coming forth as he rolls his shoulders as if doing so will restore some pride- its a weird concept but I've seen alot of my male guildmates do so after having been embarrassed, I did it once as an experiment, but not really to restore insulted pride, I don't believe in pride./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Shut up Natsu." The familiar retort doesn't hit me, so much as blows away some of the bubbles in my chest, I let my pout form. "So what if I was? I'm allowed." The bubbles return gladly, and I find myself grabbing onto his, once again, crossed forearm as he stands tall, I stand closer then needed into his space to stare up at the minor flush over his cheeks, and though its not really there, I can see him pouting ever so slightly in indignation, and it just makes me want to grin more. He looks down at me with narrowed eyes./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Yup! No argument here!" /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Right now though, my concentration is on the Ice Make mage glaring at me over his chilled soda. Rare as it may be, I do not actually know the reasoning for his ire as it stands. We hadn't been fighting previously, and I'm almost certain I did nor say something provocative- but to be fair there is always a possiblity I did. As it stands, we're just staring at each other and waiting for a move to be made, there is sound around us of course, but no one is paying any attention to our normal interactions. After all, there was nothing particularly different from now and how we normally are, except for the fact that there doesn't seem to be a reasoning behind his glare. Breaking the norm once more, I find myself ignoring his blatant attempt at confrontation, and simply let my confusion for his actions rest on my face in expression, shifting my focus instead to the Iron Dragon sitting a table away with a deep grimice formed at his mug, a personal injustice having been done upon him based on the foul express. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"He is practically lounged over the table, near laying but not exactly with his chin resting on a sprawled arm splayed over the surface. Evaluating him from head to foot does little to give me an answer, and I stand instead. Almost hitting the back of my knees on the bench and blocking out the sound of Grey's shouting of 'coward,' or something far to similar to be definitive about, while Erza grunts in uncertainty and Lucy lets out a mellow gasp. Ignoring the Ice-mage's mental challenge is easy, as my want to fight him presently stands low, and truthfully has for awhile now. I do get Gajeel's attention stomping over to him, but then I had made sure I was announcing my footfalls, he did look my way, even sat up slightly- a scowl deep on his face, and small glare curving his eyelids. Though, he does not appear angry or even irritated at my presence, merely exasperated, at least from what I can tell in his slouched posture and rather lazy attempt at a glare. That is being as his qualms at the moment have no baring on my choice of action, I pay him no heed as I rake my eyes over his figure once again. Noting, again, that yes he is my type -perhaps too short- and more importantly in gazing at his several piercings; yes it does look to me like he would almost certainly have one on his dick. I make myself stare at his face then, both his eyebrows are raised while his expression portrays intrigue rather then disgust or confusion. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Automatically, my hands come to rest comfortably on my hips, a feeling of more prominent confidence coming forth from the action. Watching his movements as he watches me with almost equal intensity. I can tell now that he was not actually taking qualm with my evaluation, but moreof curious in it and therein possibly interested in another manner, though for that I do not know and cannot describe. The carefully lined scowl he had borne previously was gone, instead there was a lightened amusement in a smirk resting on his features, a mischiviuous tilt to his irises as his eyebrows were far up and not inclined downward in his commonplace irate expression. It sends an uncomfortable chill to the base of my spine- and I don't like the cold, because I am near certain that I had been right in my guess; an assumption I had not wanted to be proven correct with. Thus, my lips are almost clasped shut while my teeth hardly allow speech through. "It was you, in Oaktown wasn't it?" Maybe there was no reason for me to know, but I needed to know for my own subconscious sake. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The further his smirk grew affirmed my suspicions, and the groan I couldn't help but release in anguish at that acknowledgement spilled right out of my throat from my stomach. I heard him click his tongue: "Aw whats the matter Salamander? Bug ya that much?" He leaned towards me, crowding into my personal space, my own body flinching back at his incrouchment; in my own annoyance, not because I was disgusted. Though, his obvious cocky stance on the topic does scratch at my pride, making my eye twitch for the fact. Still, I can manage to tilt my own lips into a smirk in knowing he thinks I was disturbed by the blowjob. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Nope! Just grossed out that it had been you!" It spewed out my mouth automatically, and with such vindication, I'm sure I could see my own saliva spat out with my words. I watch his eyebrow raise then, as he sits straight and stares at me with his same -dominating- smug demeanour. Tapping his fingers on the wood of the table, his chin tilted up and smirk firm in place. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I knew you were a bent nail." The blunt statement, though obvious, makes me laugh. Because, in my profound opinion, my twisted preferences were pretty clear; that is, if one isn't taken in by the stereotyping of gay men and women within Fiore made by the Magic Council and Monarchy. After all, by my own lack of care, I have not been hiding my attraction to men, I just haven't outwardly decreed it out to the world because I don't want to deal with the ramifications- or for the guild to deal with the shitstorm it might cause. Hiding my relationship with Laxus is different because he doesn't want the attention on his back, and he has only just accepted his interest in men as it is- having others know would be leaping off a cliff. I snort after laughing, because yes, it would be obvious to anyone not blinded by social normalicy that I am gay. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Is it important metal head? Does it bug you that much?" I mimic his tone as best I can, probably managing only to sound ridiculous, as his grainy voice is difficult to imitate, but I can copy his stupid smirk as I lean into him with crossed arms just as he did with me. I did expect a retort, or some type of anger, not for him to burst out with a deepened, bellowing, laugh throwing his head back and smacking his hand on the table as his leg shook. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Fuck no! Just thinking it needs to happen again sometime!" That spooked my mind into a temporary silence, especially as his eyes met mine, but were this time implicational, lisencious in their smoldering appearance, there was no room to doubt his intent therein. My face burnt red at the stare and the imply, and not because I found it insulting, the heat in my body became a fraction more obvious as I felt my lower region take abrupt interest. Much to my own shame, I had to force my glare. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You wish!" Perhaps it was partially due to the fact that he was being austentaciously smug jerk, the curve of cocky knowledge which sat on his lips as his eyes stared smoldering into my own. Waiting with an plain knowledge of my own interest, and therein my internal debate. He laughed again at my response, as expected. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Whats the matter? Scared?" Well that wouldn't stand, it wasn't a true challenge as some men might take it; he only meant it to actually see if I am. That didn't mean it stood any less condescending to my ears, and I had to slam my foot close to his own to showcase it to him. That didn't diminish his overbearing smug expression. Though, I did pause in punching his jaw; in seeing his red eyes roaming down and over my body, not hiding his interest at all. It does make my skin feel as if it is prickling wherever his gaze rests, but I do not know if I find it disturbing or by some measure- complimentary. A hiss escapes me and I shove his stupid self back in his seat slightly, sitting in the spot he vacated with my legs spread over each side of the bench. I lean forward into his space and wait for him to get the message that I want to talk quiet. He does, though looks entirely unimpressed as he tilts forward. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I'm already seeing someone, and I am not going to mess around with anyone but him." I manage to dim my voice into a whisper, being better then shouting out for everyone to hear, but its difficult to do because I'm so inapt at it. He snorted at my quiet, but he said nothing condescending, his smirk remained however- and he bent further into my space then he had to. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Thats a shame, its surprising, but you are a bit of a prize Salamander." I've found, though my experience with his manner and personality as I know it, he has a very unique way of riling my ire. I could punch him easily from my position, or pull on his long hair enough to make him give out a minor cry of pain, just to jarr him. Though, I cannot deny that I am near flattered by his calling me a 'prize' I don't know Gajeel well enough, we did not and have not spend vast quantities of time together; but in judging the more delicate measure of his tone as he says so, it is not meant as an insult or jibe at my worth. I can even guess it was actually intended as a compliment, but then again his smug express is hard to see past. The lock on my jaw disconnects ready to sprew my opinion right into his cocky face, accolade made or not. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"But just as I'm ready to snap at him, the loud sound of a bar stool being knocked down catches my attention instead, while the broad figure of the resonant lightning slayer rises. It catches many eyes as with most in the hall turn to see why he made the incident, but his posture is tensed and his head is turned to the floor. He turns away with the gentle waft of his coat, but in opposite he slams the door open, and then slams it closed with a rattling strength. I personally don't understand the sudden movement, or Laxus's random storm out; but in glancing about nobody else seems to be knowledgable either, the Thunder Legion seemingly both irate and concerned. However, I catch a smidgen of dark blue in the corner of my vision, long enough on a tiny figure, and in looking closer I can see Wendy's cheeks have tinged pink and she is bashfully sending timid glnces in my and Gajeel's general direction- but covers her face with her hair as we meet eyes. The clue rather clicks into place; Dragonslayer hearing. Slamming my head down in force against the table or even the man's chest afore me has appeal -his chest is hard as… steel after all- but I force my legs to move instead, purposefully stomping away out the hall- they'll think I'm just annoyed, it would be no strange sight. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The coil in my gut is pressing down on me because I know if Laxus heard all of that conversation it would sound odd, perhaps rational to a point; but if he had only heard a fraction, then my conversing with the Iron slayer might appear more implicational then it was. That thought had me twitching under my vest, and any smile I could muster, falling. Instead, my teeth are pulling at my bottom lip and my gaze is searching about for the indicative leather coat or sound of heavy footfalls, I can't even catch a slight of his scent in the air other then the minor crisp smell of electrical charr, and the miniscule burn markings in a circle at my feet confirm that he'd used his magic to zoom away. Not surprising, because in all the years of knowing him- admittedly not very closely, as I'd like; he had never been good with confrontation when in a bad situation. For a second, the vague idea of leaving him be, at least for a day or so fluttered through my mind, but that soon left with the resounding 'no' echoing in my head at the concept. A genius; I certainly don't have the mind of one, or actions indicative of one, but I do comprehend where the man is; I'd seen him once when away from the guild before he had left. Three years prior actually, when things had been mellow and Fairytail while still one of the strongest guilds in Fiore, just a little more passive. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"He hadn't been hanging about in the forest or gloomily reclining overtop some random stone building in the square looking over the town with a clinical eye and some well hidden malice. No, he had been on one of the adjacent bridges on the edge of town near the port where the water began flowing in its small channels from the sea and into the city, there were always some small boats out that way unlike in the deeper roads, fishermen and marketers grabbing their hull or supplies. Laxus had been staring around him, sometimes at the gentle water, but mostly gazing into the streets a small smile on his face as he leaned over the stone rail. I hadn't bothered to talk to him then, now was different. Walking there, it was obvious that the area in itself was quiet and calm, just people milling about and some flocking pigeons at the edge of the cannel. I could see him, his back was to me, so as I walked up he didn't pay any particular attention to the presence behind./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Laxus." I managed to say it quietly, befitting of the surrounding atmosphere, I could see his flinch even beneath his coat. Rather clear that he didn't want to see me, I brushed that aside, because it wasn't a matter to me, if he wanted to sulk then he could but he was going to tell me what was going on in his too macho head. So I found my perch on the rail, not as easy because he's far taller and the stone guard is almost at my neck in height, I put my crossed arms there anyway, I'm not going to lose my stance just because he fits the height better. Lowly, I can hear him grumble as I slot myself into his preiphial, some low curses and there is a small glare cast my way which makes my skin feel like its squirming. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You look ridiculous." Is the first thing out of his mouth, and its not something I can truly argue against, because by crossing my arms on a too tall railing I just appear like a small kid trying to copy his older brother in looking nonchalant or cool. Its not a type of appearance I can make in honesty, its too macho, a thing I don't portray well enough; though therein, two things I cannot find a care about as it is: Its particularly overrated as I view it, though my taste in men seems to override that viewpoint, it doesn't mean I have to think about projecting it myself. So I don't, wearing skirts? I practically do so everyday, with trousers underneath and a slit down the middle, but I see it as a skirt well enough. I would wear a dress too, without a care given, I like them, they're pretty- flowing ones best that are easy to fight in, but point being I would still wear one if I could bother to buy one. Being raised by a dragon without true social stigma or ideals really effects the amount of attention one pays to strange stereotypes. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Though, obviously, the man beside me fits into the whole view of the male rather perfectly, and I'm not complaining. I lean a little closer to him, he gives me a glance for it, but doesn't say anything to object. "I take it you know Black Steel intimately." Again, the man cannot seem to formulate a question without making it sound like a statement. But, saying anything against his observation would be idiotic, so I just let myself spout the truth./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I met him in Oaktown months before Phantom attacked. I didn't know the man I met in the bar was Gajeel and I didn't care, he flirted, I was interested; he got a blowjob in the alleyway." A pretty simple set of circumstances, and being as Laxus himself is very much a chick magnet in almost every town he visits, including his home, I can bet my entire next pay that he has been been blown in a dingy place just the same. Beside me, I heard a loud snort as he put his hands on the rail instead of crossed arms and stopped slouching, I just let myself step away from the guard all together and relish in the relief that gave my muscles. A smirk was curved on his face, but there was only a margin of amusement lain there./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Sounds like he's the one interested." That curves my brow, because it was said in a punctured grumble as he turned his head away. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"A spark of laughter catches in my throat, and sits there in taunt as I speak, noticeable to anyone who could hear me."Wait, are you… jealous?" I can almost hear his neck as his gaze snaps back to me, as he stares me down with hard orange irises and eyebrows drawn down his forehead, a pink just visible on his cheeks./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Don't be an idiot." He says it calmly, but while not the smartest man on the street, even I can see his embarrassment in the accusation. I can feel my own smirk resting on my face, and maybe its a little inappropriate, once again I feel those bubbles so happily dancing around my heart. I poke into his side meeting with hard muscle so the flesh doesn't really accept the poke sadly, he pulls only slightly away. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""You are!" Laxus was shy about the fact, obviously, and that makes the laugh in my throat come forward to play into the air. I have never really seen the man shy, except when he had asked me out, but this was so sweetly different that the thought alone makes me feel happy. He bats my hand away without any true force, a sigh coming forth as he rolls his shoulders as if doing so will restore some pride- its a weird concept but I've seen alot of my male guildmates do so after having been embarrassed, I did it once as an experiment, but not really to restore insulted pride, I don't believe in pride./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Shut up Natsu." The familiar retort doesn't hit me, so much as blows away some of the bubbles in my chest, I let my pout form. "So what if I was? I'm allowed." The bubbles return gladly, and I find myself grabbing onto his, once again, crossed forearm as he stands tall, I stand closer then needed into his space to stare up at the minor flush over his cheeks, and though its not really there, I can see him pouting ever so slightly in indignation, and it just makes me want to grin more. He looks down at me with narrowed eyes./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.2; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 6.999999999999999pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Yup! No argument here!" /span/p
