#vennatrix

[txt]: Second, but no less important, you’re actually really cute. (＾▽ ＾ ) [txt]: The damage is done, isn’t it? So I was thinking... [txt]: Let’s go out! For lunch [txt]: My treat.  [txt]: ( * ´ ∀ ` * )

“Don’t try to make this about me Lady.” He shakes his head, catching it before it gets too far. “I’ve got plenty of time to worry about that.” Which he barely does given it’s something he barely even thinks about if at all. He comfortably places himself next to her. “So what’s her name huh? How’d you meet her?”

Still, he jogged up to her and tapped her gently on the shoulder. “Hey, Lady. Surprised to see you here. You workin’ a job or something? Oh shit. Have you seen Dante? Is he here?” He knew he was kind of spouting off questions a little fast, not something he usually did, but he was a little excited to see someone he knew.

--Mod Lyra

“You know..you remind me of someone I don’t remember.” Does it make sense? No, but does it for him? Still no. It’s something he’s actually been keeping to himself after about a month of knowing and meeting Lady. He’s..still not quite sure what it is. “Maybe that’s why I warmed up to you the quickest,” he laughs lightly, knowing just how much of a hard head he was when he got here. Maybe that’s why he also tends to enjoy her company the most..why he wants to see and be around her very often. “I guess I just thought you should know,” he shrugs before holding out one of the sea-salt ice creams he had with him. “Here..the icing on the cake.” He says with some slight heaviness.

‘ - here comes the dream team. ’

“And here I thought you didn’t want a fight.”