#littnerbug

@littnerbug

This wasn’t really a good thing. Not at all.

He couldn’t fight, he couldn’t swear, he couldn’t eat pizza or drink beer. Everything was bad, nothing was good. Most of all, whenever he tried to say something like he usually would it would come out completely censored. What a load of bull. Everything about this was something he hadn’t really felt before. Manners? Politeness? Who needed things like that? But now his body felt like it was making moves against him. Doing the opposite of what he wanted it to do.

He’d held the door open for some guy, tossed some money into some homeless guy’s little cup. He’d almost given someone the coat off his back. Luckily for him, they’d declined the offer, despite the fact that they were cold. Honestly, he would have been cold had he given it up which was something he didn’t want, especially with drinking out of the picture. When there was a familiar head of red that suddenly swerved into his path and he collided gently with her back.

“Watch it.” was what he wanted to say. But, no. What really came out was something he wouldn’t have said in a million years. At least not just for bumping into somebody. “Oh, sorry about that--” Ugh.

“Yoko...?” No?!

She was probably the last person he wanted to see while he was stuck like this. He put on an uncharacteristically pleasant smile, bringing his hands up to rest them on her shoulders. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I? What’re you out and about doing, right now?”

          ❝ Did it hurt? Do you need an ice pack? ❞

Send me "I want the K" and I'll generate a number.8. Eyelid Kiss

It had been forever since Harley found herself at a sleepover. The last time she was able to have so much fun with another girl was back in Gotham with Pam. Yoko was no Red, but she sure was close. They'd stayed up all night watching romcoms and talking about boys, so when the redhead finally passed out, it was no surprise. Harley was still wide awake, but it'd be pretty rude to wake up her gal pal.

Carrying in one arm what looked like gardening supplies and in his opposite hand... A bag containing boxes of sugar cubes... Yuma was likely not paying attention to where he was going.. Would he accept t that blame? Not a chance. Still, their impact hardly affected him. That was, until he noticed some of his precious cargo had escaped. A single box of the sugar cubes lay on the ground.. Open with the small cubes scattered around it.

“... Oi?! What makes you think you can treat sugar-chan that way! How are you going to repay me for that? Not that anythin’ you can do will ever replace sugar-chan! Dumbass--”

“Oi, oi! Y’better be listening! This was your mistake so fix it!” 

     ❀ ;  She can’t help the little complaint that meets her ears; glancing over to the girl at the front of the store attempting to buy some kind of sweet, the cashier voices about how she’s still short by a few cents. The thought doesn’t even trickle into her mind for a few seconds until Makoto is up on her feet from her spot at a lone table and waltzing over to where the other girl is with the cashier. 

     ❝ Here. ❞  Makoto places some cash onto the counter that is sure enough to fix the predicament. Glancing over at the red head, she smiles at her.  ❝ This should be enough, yeah? ❞

                       “Just because you saw me struggle with                          a juice box, doesn’t mean I don’t know                          how it works! Okay?”