repugnant love

Eyes returned to hers at the touch, a bit taken back by her blatant flirting. Adorable? Most women didn’t really take to his personality… though maybe he was Roxy’s type…? He wasn’t sure. The demon was well acquainted with rejection, for things to be working out for once was….strange.

The corners of his lips rise after a moment, red hues glinting mischievously before taking on a cheerful persona. 

“Hm.. picnic? I know a lot of pretty areas around here.”

“A picnic? Well...I sure hope we’ll go when it’s not raining buckets outside.” 

She jokes, the grin still on her lips as her arms cross over her chest and as her head nods a little. It would be the first time in awhile since she had been on such a wholesome date, usually she went on ones that were fast-paced and had a single goal at the end. 

Bright green hues scan the messy pages briefly as she flips through the notebook to locate a space to write her address. “L-letters?” They pause in their search to glance upwards, feeling small in the encounter with the other. The suggestion made her heart burst with excitement. They enjoyed getting mail from others. 

“We could be pen-pals but cuter.” Her smile grows and she refocuses, locating an area in his notebook to write her whole name, preferred pronouns and address. Seeing him get embarrassed made them feel better about her own. Hands extend to hand the booklet and pen back over to him.

“Pen-pals but cuter...” now if that isn’t the sweetest and purest thing he’s heard in a while...Daichi has to keep looking to the side to hide his blush as he reaches out to take his notebook and pen back.  Gosh he could feel the tips of his ears burning red too, he probably looked like an idiot at this point.

Tucking his pen into the spot that they wrote on, Daichi puts his notebook away and finally looks at them, hoping his blush wasn’t too obvious at this point, before nodding. “I would...love that, actually.” 

“Roof top, huh?” Allen slows as he turns a corner, standing outside an entrance to a stairway. “That’s a lotta stairs..” He huffs, catching his breath for a moment from the short run. “You’re lucky you’re cute, princess, otherwise it wouldn’t be worth it.” A breathy chuckle leaves him with a smirk, glancing down to match Hima’s eyes. 

His non-occupied hand raises to her cheek, a thumb brushing across her cheek. “Yes, ma’am.”  Allen pulls away from her completely as he stands, glancing briefly at the nurse before scooping Hima up off the bed and escaping as fast as he could out of the office. The nurse notices the movement and yells after them as he shuffles quickly down the hall. “We’re just going to have to bring the party somewhere else…. any ideas?”

Sorrell shifts their feet on the grass, feeling the Earth for a moment with eyes cast away from Daichi. “Sure.” Their lips are pulled up in a small half-hearted smile. Her eyes reconnect with his, “I don’t have a cell phone but… I can write my address down for you. I’m usually home.” She reaches to tuck a few stray hairs back behind her ears. 

“This feels like you’re asking me on a date.” Their cheeks are flushed.

Blue hues grow brighter in excitement at the mention of a date, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “It can be a date if you’d like.” Daichi suggests, pulling out a small notebook from his bag and handing it over to them with a pen.  “Just find the next empty page to write on, sorry...it’s a little messy.  But now I can send you letters too! Isn’t that romantic?”

“Pff.” He makes a noise at her comment about not telling others where she lived. He had no one to tell. Reid nods anyway, a smile placed on lips as her hand lingers with his before pulling away.

The demon follows alongside her, raising the umbrella a bit to ensure they’d both stay dry in the steady rain. Thunder cracks in the distance before he replies, “Just go on a date with me. That’ll be more than enough payback.” His cheeks heat up at the suggestion, taking a slow breath in before glancing over subtly to catch a reaction. 

A laugh leaves her lips before she can catch herself at his suggestion, she didn’t laugh to make fun of him.  She just found it adorable that he wanted a date in return for the umbrella and coffee.  Her gaze turns towards his, her smile reaching her eyes.  “Alright, I’d like that. You’re pretty adorable.” 

“Such a sour way to look at life…” He comments, not bothering to to maintain eye contact as she messes with his tie. “I feel like you’re limiting what you can experience with me by doing that, princess.” A hand reaches to seize her wrist- quickly but not forcefully, brown hues flashing back ( even just for her reaction ). 

“So.” He tilts his head, readjusting his hand to hold hers. “What do you want? Right now, right here.”

Oh, she liked that nickname.  Giggles leave her lips as she meets his gaze when he grabs her wrist and holds her hand.  She hums a bit, pretending to think hard for a few seconds, before intertwining their fingers together to give his hand a gentle squeeze. 

Eyes close momentarily during the head pats, reopening as her smile fades slightly ( though still there ). “With all due respect, you don’t really know that. An educated guess based on first impressions isn’t a good way to judge someone’s character, yknow.” Their lips part again to say something else but they stop, releasing the grip they held on her skirt, sending the long fabric down toward her feet once again. 

They found themselves a bit embarrassed for commenting on his compliment, considering he was just trying to be nice. Though they weren’t the best at seeing themselves a positive light, she didn’t consider herself strong in the slightest.

They did have a point. Tilting his head a little, Daichi looks at them once again to try and see if he could figure anything else out about them based on appearance. “Hmm...you’re right.” He nods, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck as a soft smile was directed towards them.

“I guess you could say that if you wanted to.” At this point he was just cycling through things he always said to the women he dated. Posing as a man head over heels for a girl always boded well. Lots of them enjoyed when things moved fast, and passionately. “A dream, huh? What else do you picture in this dream? I can make it happen, you know.” 

He was also disappointed they had to be in the presence of a nurse. One who was now keeping a close eye on Hima, for her ankle, the kissing, and now for her smart mouth. Allen was touchy, and enjoyed showing affection as a way assist his communication skills. 

Once the nurse had finally turned around to put away the equipment she used to treat Hima’s ankle and do some more paperwork, she made her move to scoot closer to Allen.  Slipping her other shoe off her uninjured foot, she drags it onto Allen’s thigh.  “Didn’t you know? Dreams are only for sleeping, silly.” She says airily, eyelashes fluttering as she leans forward on her knee to look him in the eyes. 

Well that was a surprise. Reid blinks a few times, processing her words before a smile spreads across lips. Grabbing the handle of the umbrella he places his hand over hers. “I’ll hold it…. I’m taller so I can hold it higher.” He subtly takes her up on her offer.

 “I live…” Truth was he didn’t exactly live anywhere. He mostly crashed place to place. The demon didn’t feel hunger or the need to sleep like any normal person would, so he didn’t deem a home a necessary expense. It was more a luxury… a luxury he couldn’t afford. “How bout… I drop you off. Which way are you? Not trying to see where you live or anything– ….. I just don’t live in town.”

An irk mark may have appeared on her forehead when he mentioned how he was taller than her, but she holds back her anger with a tight lipped smile and lets him hold the umbrella.  At least she wouldn’t have to hold her arm up the whole time. 

Cheeks redden at the unexpected compliment, dropping their gaze bashfully to the side. “B- I mean… thank you.” He seemed extremely genuine. They pull hands from his gently, releasing the wadded money into his grasp. “I can cheer you on…..!” Hands ball up her skirt at her sides, forcing herself to look in the other’s eyes once more. “Daichi…” She repeats his name softly, trying to ensure she’d remember him.

A smile returns, “I love Toph. Except I’m not blind like her, or nearly as strong.”

“Hm...I disagree. I believe everyone is strong in their own ways.” Nodding his head after pocketing the money, Daichi crosses his arms in thought.  The fact that Sorrell didn’t wear shoes and how they offered him tips could back up his statement. Blue hues shift to look at them once again with a smile on his lips before pointing to their heart. 

Her lack of embarrassment was fun for him, raising brows at her command. There was no hesitation as he pushes forward to press his lips against hers. Inappropriate as it was to be kissing someone who’d just hurt herself in the nurse’s office, 3 feet away from the nurse, Allen feels his chest rise, giving into the freeing feeling of not giving a single fuck.

He pulls a way ever so slightly to look in Hima’s eyes. Allen kisses her once more, softer this time. He brings a hand to cup her cheek, thumb briefly brushing her skin. They were just fucking around, right? A smirk returns to serious features before pulling away completely as the nurse exclaims at them in lecture.

“Sorry, Ma’am.” A polite head dip as he sits off to the side, his smirk fading when his gaze falls back on Hima. It wasn’t as if the kiss had stirred anything. He was just impressed with her. She wasn’t some girl, and for him to experience someone like this was exciting. 

Corners of lips pull up again as he leans back in his seat, head tilting a bit while affectionately watching Hima being patched up by the nurse. “I can see myself marrying you.”

The second kiss was soft, and his actions after were almost tender. She would’ve dived in deeper for more kisses if the nurse hadn’t interrupted them.  Resting the palms of her hands behind her and leaning back on them while the nurse tended to her ankle, Hima literally rolls her eyes at the nurse’s lecture. 

“Jealous cause things aren’t working out with the P.E teacher?” She teases, with a grin--really not meaning any of it, but wanting to get back at the nurse for interrupting their would’ve been makeout session.

“My shoes?” They parrot him, glancing down at their own feet. Only a moment passes before emerald hues flash back up to meet his, “I… don’t need any! I like ….feeling the ground.” They were often asked about their lack of foot-wear, not seeing his question as odd in the slightest. 

“But uh– Daichi… I’m Sorrell.” She holds out a hand for what appears to be a handshake until she turns her hand palm up to reveal a wad of 5 dollar bills. ”Do you perform for tips? I’d like to support a fellow artist! Your playing was very beautiful.”

“Ah. That’s pretty neat.  Kinda reminds me of Toph from Avatar.” He smiles, pushing his sweaty bangs back while placing his water bottle off to the side, his other hand reaching out to return the handshake before he’s met with a wad of money. This takes him by surprise, and his eyes close in laughter, amused by their personality. "I don't exactly play for tips, but I do accept them!"

@repugnant–love·

It was about mid-afternoon when they’d stopped to watch a street performer. Sorrell was entranced, focusing in on the singer with arms behind her back. They stand on the strip of grass between the sidewalk and the road in their bare feet. Her eyes travel over the performer with a small, content smile place on lips. 

Once the stranger had finished they clapped over-excitedly before approaching. “That was so good!” A bump from her fist was place on his shoulder, pushing softly. “Do you have a name for your… one-man band?”

The moment he had finished his song, he’s met with louder-than-normal applause and he looks up from his guitar before he receives a fist bump to the shoulder.  It takes him a few seconds to process who’s talking to him and what’s going on since he’s usually a bit tired after his performances.  A huff leaves his lips as he wipes some sweat away from his brow and smiles at his companion. 

“I just go by Daichi. I haven’t thought about a band name yet.” 

He says while taking off his guitar and moving it to the stand in order to grab his water bottle to take a few chugs of it--looking them up and down to take in their appearance. 

“No problem.” He returns the smile softly, lips lingering like that as he looks toward the cashier again with his arm extended to hand over the 20. Reid collects the white umbrella and his chocolate milk, “Keep the change.” Red hues flick to Roxy as he moves toward the door, pushing it open. 

A gust of wind hits the two, rain falling harder than before. “So… you can use this.” The ginger stands under the the overpass of the convenience store, passing the umbrella over to Roxy. He planned on letting her walk out of here with the umbrella all to herself. Their eyes meet and he hesitates, “You…. you are….. really pretty.” Reid frowns, hearing himself with a shake of his head. “Well– if you think I’m pretty too, you have my number.”

When the gust of wind hits them both, she has to tuck her hair behind her ears so that it’s not all over her face and in her mouth.  Her eyes widen a fraction at his compliment before a laugh (a nice one and not a mocking one) leaves her lips. “You think I’m pretty, soaked to the bone and hair a mess? You’re pretty strange.” She says, looking over the male seriously this time. 

“I came up with it just now. Funny, right?” He glances behind him, “But please don’t actually call me that. You should keep me in your phone as that though, its kinda good in the respect that its bad-” 

He feels his ears burn as the cashier interrupts their conversation to tell him that his card was declined. “Uhh….” He frowns, dipping his head. “God damn it…. this is like the 4th time this week they’ve done this…. fuckin’ annoying.” 

Reid pulls out his wallet to reveal a single 20, putting his card away. “I guess only one umbrella? We’ll have to share…” He angles himself toward Roxy now, tilting his head. “We can get yours… the white one. And the chocolate milk… We could probably slip one more snack in too… just to blow the 20… I hate change. You sure you don’t want anything?”

“I would never actually call you that out loud. I would rather shoot myself in the foot.” She sighs, crossing her arms before looking over at the card reader. “Maybe you should call your bank? There might be something wrong with your account or something.” The suggestion comes, before she can even think about why the reason it was declined came to mind.