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“I would be very offended if you went somewhere without me, Inej.” Her voice light and teasing. A giggle escapes parted and plump lips as she links her arm with the other girl. Leaning into her a little as bright emerald hues look up at her with mischief. “Where were you headed to? Someone fun, I hope.” A grin curls at her lips. “Maybe somewhere to eat? Something decadent and delicious, no doubt.” Leave it to Nina Zenik to turn any conversation about food in an instant.

“I’m not a very good dancer, I don’t really know how to.” He admitted with a light chuckle. Dancing was never a skillset he felt the need to acquire over the years. He had picked up a bit of ballroom dancing for events he needed to attend to, but even then, it wasn’t really something he used. Though, he was not denying her request, nor would he. He didn’t know how to dance, and would likely step on her feet. But for her, he was willing to give it a shot. “But if you’d like to, I suppose we can.” He shrugged his shoulders, but he’s grinning nonetheless. He holds his hands out to her. “Shall we?”

“Neither am I.” His tone his deadpan, as is his expression. He’s hardly the type of person to show much emotion or give away what he’s thinking when he speaks. That doesn’t change even around Riza. Roy Mustang keeps everyone at arm’s length, and to other people, it might seem like he does that with everyone, including Riza. However, the bond they share is just that. They don’t need a lot of words, they don’t need to be physical. He doesn’t voice his inner thoughts often, saying just the bare minimum in most cases. He holds his words for a moment. Wondering if he needs to say much else. Though, maybe sometimes he knows he probably should. Does this situation call for a bit more honesty than he usually puts out? Not entirely. However, he’ll voice his thoughts regardless. His gaze doesn’t leave hers, and his expression changes for only a brief moment. Softening, showing the briefest of vulnerability only for her. “The only person I truly trust, is you, Lieutenant.” Really, she’s the only person he trusts completely, entirely and wholeheartedly.

“Woah–!” A chuckle escapes his lips at the sudden wrap of arms around his waist. Of course, he knows who it is, after all, he was waiting for her, but it still took him by surprise. Peter had just finished practice for the day, waiting for the blonde afterward so they could finally spend time together. “You’re like a freakin’ ninja you know that? It’s like you don’t make any kind of sounds.” He teases with another chuckle. Finally turning around to wrap his arms around her shoulders. “But like a really, really cute soundless ninja.” He leans into her and kisses her forehead. “You hungry? I was thinkin’ we could grab burgers and shakes.” It was a typical suggestion for the lacrosse player, especially after a long practice.

It was funny how her words were exactly how he felt about her. She was always better at words, better at expressing herself than he was. He was so used to closing himself off to people, practically to the world around him. Even to Belle at first. But she managed to break down those walls, slowly but surely, he began to let her in. He didn’t feel so lost and so alone anymore. Like he didn’t belong anywhere or have anyone. He reached out to take her hand in his. He was still always careful and cautious with touch. Knowing his emotions were a heavy trigger for his powers. He was beginning to control them better, but he was always still worried he’d end up hurting her somehow. He gave her hand a soft squeeze, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a light kiss against her skin. “Yeah, I’m yours and you’re mine, too.” He said with a light chuckle.

She had heard nothing but kind words from her mother growing up. Though, she always wondered if they were truly out of love and adoration, or simply just a way to butter her up to do her bidding for her when she got older. Her parents were all she had, and even when they had nothing she would do what she could for them. Even if that meant doing things she wasn’t exactly proud of. Living a poor life meant seeing parts of the world most people didn’t see. She was sure that Ellis didn’t see things the same way she did. Maybe that was what drew her to him. He was like a ray of sunshine in the clouds of darkness that was her life. Calloused fingers reach for him, giving them a squeeze in hers. “Hopefully it’s good.” She hopes it’s good. She doesn’t think she deserves to be with someone like Ellis, but no matter what, she won’t let go of the only good thing she’s got going for her.  

“Does that mean when it’s dark, I am no longer yours?” Her brows arch as a grin curls at the young witch’s lips. Her tone is light and playful as a light giggle passes from perfectly pink lips. Minerva is hardly the type of person to commit to one person. She doesn’t really do relationships. She doesn’t like to get attached. And yet, somehow it all happened with Merlin. It was unexpected, but certainly not unwanted. “Whether the sun shines or not, I will still consider you mine, sweetie.” She giggles once more before she wraps her arms around his shoulders and pushes herself up to kiss him.

“Hey.” Peter said in a sleep voice when he felt the sudden weight shift beside him and the warmth of another body against his form. He used to be a heavy sleeper, but through the years, his habits had changed a lot. He was sort of in between being a heavy and light sleeper. He didn’t always wake over a sudden movement or sound but didn’t sleep like a brick like he used to. “I didn’t think you’d come.” He mumbled as he wrapped an arm around her. It was late, and he knew she was busy with other things that which was why they couldn’t spend any time together earlier. He’d suggested they meet up later but wasn’t sure if she would have the energy to do so. He had fallen asleep while waiting up for her. But now she was here. He wished he wasn’t so sleepy, but still, he was happy she was here. Even spending time like this was enough.

Alkaios was always an early riser. So it was no surprise that he was up before Irma, ready and waiting for her to meet him downstairs so they could explore a bit more of the city. Parts neither of them had seen yet. His hands were shoved inside his pocket as he rocked on his heels as his eyes wandered around as he waited. He could feel himself jolt when he suddenly felt hands wrap around him as he placed his feet flat on the floor before a grin curled at his lips. He turned around, but Irma’s hands stayed in place. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “You’re lucky you’re so cute or I think I might have punched you.” He teased, a light chuckle escaped his lips. 

The pair took turns of who would do stakeouts, after all, they needed to keep afloat. Being a thieving couple wasn’t exactly ideal, nor was it how he wanted them to live, but it was all they could for themselves. They were pretty damn good at it. It was Will’s turn to stay up, trying to snag anything, food, something to pawn to get some money. He’d stayed out longer than he expected to. So when he got back to find Ana already asleep, he wasn’t all that surprised. A small grin curled at his lips as he tucked himself beside her. He wrapped an arm around her and leaned into her. Not wanting to wake her. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead before finally laying down and falling asleep with ease with her at his side.

A sudden flush comes to the princess’ cheeks when the flower is tucked behind her ear into her hair. It goes quite well with her braids, and it’s honestly a gorgeous flower. However, none of that is the reason for the furious blushing of her cheeks. It’s the gesture from the other. The closeness and the brush of her fingers against her skin and hair that sends a shiver down her spine. Her heart is racing in her chest, she wonders if the other can hear it. She can certainly hear it thudding loudly in her own ears. “Thank you.” She finally manages to say, grinning up at Mimi. She turns slightly to press a light kiss to her cheek, which only causes her to blush further. “It’s beautiful.” She adds softly, her voice almost a mumble.

“What if it’s a risk worth taking? You won’t know until you make that leap.” Bob said with a shrug of his shoulders. He was never really one to ponder on anything for too long. Or think of the consequences of his actions. He was a man of impulse and recklessness. A part of him could understand her hesitation and second-guessing. However, the bigger part of him couldn’t fathom why she couldn’t just dive head first for once. She was far more practical and rational than he was, that much he was certain. “Maybe it’s not a miscalculation at all and you just overthinkin’ it all. C’mon Hel, just one more date. Give me another chance, then you can make your mind up about me, about us. What do ya’ say?” Brows arch, his tone lax, however, there’s an expectancy, a nervousness over what her answer would be.