fool the world just until i get better. (ap)

       The kiss happens much quicker than she can process, his lips leaving hers before she even has a chance to react. Sohra is left blinking in the wake of the sudden expression of affection, completely and utterly DUMBSTRUCK. As realization dawns on her, a blush rapidly rises to paint freckled cheeks in brilliant shades of red, clear azure eyes wide as they shyly dart away from handsome features. Palms gradually travel along Luciel’s forearms and over his wrists until they come to rest of the backs of his hands, still cradling her heated face.

       A smile curves her lips as she returns to real time, soft and pleased, head tilting subtly into one of his hands.

              ❛ I wouldn’t have it any other way. ❜

   Did he just do that? Thoughts rush through his mind like a rushing wave,

     strongly resisting the urge to remove a cupped palm from her cheek to rub

     the back of his neck with complete and utter hesitance. Did he just say 

     that? It wasn’t as if it was the first time he’d said such things to her, nor

     was it the first time he’d kissed her, but...this time it seemed so sudden that

     it even startled him. She doesn’t seem to mind, though...

   Coming back down to earth for a brief moment, Luciel’s lips curl into a soft

     smile now, eyes darting in another direction. He wants to look at her, but

     stifling his red cheeks had to happen first.

         “True…” she felt bashful to say the least. “…but if there was a moment we couldn’t meet, I’ll fold a paper airplane and fly it to you~” That way, he’ll have two gifts, and nothing could be better. “Bzzt! Bzzt! This is your captain Park speaking~” she clears her throat and pretends to be speaking to an intercom. “Congratulations, passengers~ This special delivery has landed safely in the hands of Agent 707!” she announces with a victory tune, outstretching her hand in the air in exaggeration.

        When he tells her it was alright, she quietly nods in reassurance, watching him set the boat sailing. “Hehe… well- thank you, Seven.” she slips out of character and smiles at him briefly. “I was worried you’d tease me for it~” she trails off embarrassed, lightly scratching her cheek.

   Slapping his calm over his chest, Luciel leans back on his heels just slightly,

     mocking a scene as if he’s just been shot in the heart with an arrow. “Oh~!

     That’s sappy even for you, Seoyun~,” Luciel chimes in an eccentric tone, his

     eyes shining at her. A few moments later, she begins intimidating a captain,

     to which Luciel can only grin, and he grabs the paper boat to prepare it for

     sailing. “All aboard the S.S 707, where Honey Buddah Chips are served for

     breakfast, lunch, and dinner!”

   He places the boat in the water afterwards with a smile, watching as it 

     gently begins it’s journey to the other side of the lake. Leaning back, Luciel

     whips his head to the side to look at her, braced on the bottoms of his 

     palms, “I'd probably tease anyone else for it. Like, probably Yoosung. But

       Sohra nods insistently, a lighthearted giggle bubbling up from her stomach. Despite the excited BUZZ in the atmosphere surrounding them, she can’t help but feel sentimental. Features and smile soften, seas of beryl blue swimming with mirth; in the time she’s spent with him, she can’t remember a time when he was this enthusiastic–at least not IN PERSON. Eyes rove Seven’s expression as he practically glows, her stomach backflipping gleefully in response.

       Palms come to rest on the redhead’s forearms and she bounces on her toes, mirroring his grin.

              ❛ ABSOLUTELY! Holidays are always best spent with                 those you cherish; it’s the only way to feel the true spirit                 of the season. ❜

   Luciel was not someone who celebrated the holidays greatly, and not 

     because he didn’t believe in them, but because he disliked Christmas. It

     brought discomfort to him, not the most pleasing of memories and thoughts.

     There was something--no, someone different about the holidays now and 

     he found himself being so glad that Sohra was there with him. Perhaps he

     could find joy in Christmas again. This was a start.

   Palms rush to her cheeks now and, without thinking, he presses a kiss to

     her lips and pulls back quickly. The excitement has gotten to him 

       She welcomes the weight of the festive hat placed atop her head, his radiant smile CONTAGIOUS as the edges of rosy lips pull into one of her own. A sense of comfort and security fills her as familiar arms encircle her, nose burying into the fabric of his shirt, and Soh-ra fervently returns the embrace.

              ❛ I’m always excited for Christmas, but I have a good feeling that                 this one is going to be EXTRA special~ ❜

   Luciel finds himself feeling warmer and warmer as each moment goes by,

     but it’s more of an internal feeling. She stuck with him through everything

     and genuinely, wholeheartedly, and totally wanted to be with him. He still

     wasn’t sure if he considered himself deserving of such love (that was what

     she felt, right?), and was unsure if he would ever feel it, but Luciel knew

     that regardless of that, the warmth was beginning to piece his soul.

   “You get that feeling too?!” Luciel pulls back after his gleeful outburst, his

     palms bracing on her shoulders and he grins down at her. “Our minds are

   “Eun-haaaaa~...” Luciel’s vocals are dragged out in a fond, almost sleepy,

     slightly higher pitched tone when he speaks, resting his chin atop of her

     head while directing her frame towards the kitchen. He’s hungry, and he

     would normally go straight for the Honey Buddah Chips, but he has to admit

     to being temporarily intrigued.

   There’s a fluffy Santa hat in his left palm when she approaches him, a grin

     capable of lighting up the skies on his lips as he reaches forward and

     places it atop of her head. It’s only a moment later that he wraps his arms

     around her in a hug, his smile growing even wider when she can’t see it. He

     doesn’t remember the last time he felt so happy.

      “Aah- nevermind me…! Your boat here is way more important~” she nods with a faint blush before handing it to him. “Take it as a gift… from me to you!“ Seoyun brightens up, hoping it held some worth one way or another. “Since you’re… always the one making such cool inventions, I thought about giving back to you somehow!” she continues, wanting to be able to get her point across. “Um- it’s a thanks… although, I still think you deserve way better,” she admitted sheepishly, knowing there was no way she could invent a robot pet in a day like him.

       “I’ll figure it out, but in the meantime, let’s set this baby sailing~” she giggles, gently tugging his sleeve as she led him to a nearby pond. “It’s gonna be a little windy today, but it’ll be good for the boat~” she murmurs, crouching down before eventually sitting herself on the grass. “Hey, um… Seven- this doesn’t… feel too childish, does it?” she lifts her head up to him, her tone a tad hesitant. “If I… did this with anyone else, they would probably laugh. Eheh…” she forces a chuckle, visibly embarrassed.

   “Oh yeah, oh yeah? Well, you’re the one who delivered the boat to me~!”

     Luciel chimes at her before taking the paper boat away from her to lay flat

     between his palms. It’s cute, really. There was no real reason for her to do

     this and, despite it being ever so simple, it was endearing. She may think

     it’s nothing, but she made it. That's what was important to him. “It couldn’t

     have gotten here without you, after all!”

   As she tugs on his sleeve, Luciel finds himself smiling without regret, his

     frame moving towards the pond with her. When she questions him about

     childishness, Luciel admittedly lets a small laugh escape through his lips, a

     palm coming up to his mouth, bright hues looking over his knuckles.

   “Childish? No way~! This is superrrrrr great!” Luciel bursts in that moment,

horror parts his lips, too childlike and genuine to be faked. he throws the console back at his brother, is on his feet and walking away before before he can say anything more.

⌞battling!?⌝  his voice pitches higher than usual, a testament to his apparent distress, and he whirls around to face his twin, features twisted into something close to a sneer.

⌞y-you can’t just!⌝  he seems at a loss, hands flailing desperately, ⌞you wouldn’t make a pet battle!⌝

   When he sees that look on his face, Luciel is completely confused at first. 

     He thought Saeran would like the idea of pet battling, or really just battling

     in general, but apparently Luciel had overstepped too far and assumed too

     quickly. Great.

   “No, no, no, Saeran! You’ve got it all wrong! These aren’t like house pets,

     they’re pets with special abilities. They battle against other pets. Come 

Milla does’t take a moment to hesitate or even think twice 

before rushing to run behind him, taking whatever shortcut 

she can in order to try and catch him so she can tickle the 

heck out of him.  She doesn’t even stop for air, although 

she might need it considering the fact that she’s been 

giggling the whole time she’s been running behind him, 

but she won’t have the slightest chance of catching him 

if she does.He’s already faster than her, after all.

❝ Nyoom!~ The tickle monster will make you pay! ❞

   Even if she actually does win, there’s no way that Luciel is going to let it

     happen easily. Besides, where was the fun in going down without a fight?

     Clinging to his fries for dear life, he climbs over anything and everything just

     to get as far away from her as possible. His house is messy, almost like an

     obstacle course, and that makes it all the more fun for him, and probably 

     her too.

   He’s grinning now, despite the fact that he’s making it slightly easier for her

     by not running at his full speed, but there’s still an obvious advantage. “Not

     if he can’t catch me, the great 707, Defender of Justice, Defender of all 

KNOWING how well things went usually, Seven may be right about the whole thing backfiring. It WOULDN’T be the first time after all.

Then what to do? WHAT could he do that wouldn’t end up BADLY?

“I’m messaging her right now!!”

He took his PHONE out and brought the APP up as to message her indeed ONLY to stop short. What was he supposed to TELL her? That he was arguing over FRIES with the redhead?

Defeated, Yoosung let his shoulders slump and SHOVED his phone in its pocket. Still POUTING, he turned to face the other once more.

“Fine, you win THIS time.”

   In hindsight, many would probably consider Luciel’s “threat” far too 

     ridiculous over some fries, but this was serious to him. This was his food,

     his sustenance, his life source! He could, and would, be even worse over

     Honey Butter Chips, but that was a different story entirely.

   Luciel stands confidently as he waits for Yoosung’s fingers to type 

     something in the RFA chat messenger that he created, but when he sees

     Yoosung unable to type anything, he feels like he’s won for sure. Score one

     for Luciel.

   “What’d she say?” he questions, despite the fact that he was right there in

He CONTEMPLATED for a moment if it were WORTH IT to argue. Knowing Seven, he was surely going to pull ANOTHER prank on the blond as REVENGE or something. As such, Yoosung POUTED and crossed his arms CHILDISHLY.

“I’m gonna go tell MC that you are being mean again.”

   He’s so childish that it’s amusing, only fueling Luciel’s interest in teasing

     the other even more than he already is. It cures his boredom, which is

     pretty childish in itself, but Luciel wasn’t going to mention that.

   “Mean!? Like I said, I’m not mean. Besides, she might think I’m funny and

     your plan could backfire! And then you’ll be backed into a corner young and