#writer: answer

@hopesbane

He'd been struggling with his left leg, a snag from a previous fight had caught to the fabric, pulling at the string and making the seam hike much higher than he was comfortable with.

Hadn't had the time nor money to fix it just yet, but with how much it was inconveniencing him, the brunette might not have a choice.

"Oh! Y-yeah, I uh.."

With a nervous chuckle he walked forward, pulling off his mask to offer a quick smile.

"Yes, I-I will. You too okay? I can always pose for your pictures later if it gets too dangerous to get up close okay?"

He hesitates, leaning forward slightly to press a quick peck to her cheek, his blush rivaling the rest of the suit he was wearing before the sirens stole his attention again, scrambling to put on the mask as he jumped onto the window sill.

"I'll be right back!"

A short smile cuts through a stoick expression, guitar left towards the side as the blonde reaches out for her wrist. A gentle tug guides her to him, her hand raised to his lips as Yamato kisses the inside of the florist's palm.

He wasn't good with words, much too awkward and self aware to be a flamboyant romantic. Sometimes he wished he could be just as expressive as she could be.

So much love pouring from sincere words.

"I'll always be by your side, so you won't have to worry about me.

She didn't know how they got here, when their voices began to get louder and their faces changed from silly to angry. For someone so small and fragile looking, seeing Zoey angry was as unsettling as it was rare.

Imagine being a demon and having that as the last thing you saw.

"Enough, I..I don't want to keep arguing anymore can you just drop it?"

It was stupid.

They never should've gotten into conversation in the first place. Their views on family were extremely different. She was a child of divorce and Mira had been completely ghosted by her parents and siblings.

They would never agree on anything related to that.

"Will you stop screaming at me!?"

Rushing forward she grabbed hold of Zoey's face, dragging her close to silence the screaming match with messy lips.

"Well if they were good at telling a coherent story, I wouldn't have questions!" He groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. It wasn't even that the movie wasn't good, it was just too long and too quiet.

Spending time with Jirou was always something he looked forward too, but this stupid movie was taking all the attention.

So call him petty, he was.

"Are we really supposed to pretend that he's not the guy that placed the needle at the gas pump at the start of the movie?

"You think Acapulco was bad? Hah! You should've seen her in Cuernavaca!" He laughed, surrounded by the kiddies of the McDuck family, telling stories of their band's youth and the crazy things they got to as a team.

"So, we were trying to get a spot at this very popular sports bar, but Jose forgot to call in to get our entry bracelets..

The guarura wouldn't let us in because our manager didn't put our names on the list, a complete desastre!

So, what does your mom do? Well she goes up to the front, lift up h-" He's instantly muzzled, pulled back and slapped with a messy kiss as the rooster's train of thought is instantly derailed and crashing off course.

"Aye, aye aye! Not in front of the kids! Also, you interrupted my story! It was getting to the good part too!"

Nimble fingers trailed the back of freckled skin, nails scratching at the base of Tashigi's neck as she stares at her sleeping form.

She doesn't know if what's been happening between them could be compared to whatever her brother would categorize as infatuation, but it was something she couldn't deny.

Wrapped in a cheap motel sheet and laid upon a springy mattress Reiju hovered close to the marine, burning her graceful features into her memory before attempting to sneak away.

Next time they saw each other the cuffs would be for a different reason no doubt.

Reaching towards the other she gently brushed away at her hair, moving forward to place a quick kiss to the tip of her nose before sliding out of bed and getting dressed.

His fingers grazed past her temple, hair lifted gently as the cloth moved over the woman's ears and tied behind her head.

Brunette locks brushing down her back and shoulders as she stood before him. Breathing slow and gentle, hands reaching out behind her to cup his cheek as the woman tilted her head back to kiss his chin.

"W-wait! I don't-! Ojiroo!"

She fuzzed, cheeks puffed out in slight annoyance as his tail snakes through the loops of her bags, slinking them out of her hand without warning. A blush creeping over translucent skin as the light bounced from chubby cheeks.

"I can carry those just fine! You're making it seem like I'm treating my boyfriend like a packing mule!"

Besides she'd rather have his tail wrapped around her arm or waist to hold her close.

"I know you're like the most charming, sweet and understanding guy in the entire universe but, you have to stop being so perfect.