【 ❆ 𝕃𝔼𝕍𝕐 。】ˢᵏʳᵃˣˢᵉᶤᵈʳ

He- .. actually wanted her to- …

        Face blossomed a lovely shade of red here and-

        “B-but, erm, that’s not what I was- uhm-!!” She was so articulate these days, especially after he turned around to reveal his bare back and-

    Oh—!

       “Oh! Right! Yeah- I can do that!” Less tapping the lint away and more flicking it off his dark hair and heaving a deep sigh of embarrassed relief. 

Thank G o d- !

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ AND THE LINT is finally thieved from his locks.

    ❝ There. See? That wasn’t so bad, huh? ❞ 

    GRAY SAYS, his comment as cordial as the simper that graced his lips. except that he still doesn’t understand the pretext of her timidity. this is, after all, Levy– and usually she is calm. too calm. even when everyone else in the guild is deduced down to naught but a CLAMOR, levy will still remain level-headed. he doesn’t understand– until the moment he tilts his crown around &&. an attentive pause interposed. 

    Until he flicks his gaze over every crevice of her visage, imploring ruby &&. steam.

    ❝ Uh– Levy. Why are you… red– ❞ 

    And then he understands.

    Oh, wait. OH.

    An overdue DISCERNMENT this was. His rancor heart leaped at the nostalgic sensation of fluster as throbs of cognizance purloined him ( to a cold grave, or pyre ).

    ❝ Well, shit– I jus’ had t’ put ya through this kinda scenario again, didn’t I? ❞ 

    Yes, yes- he did. First, his icicle. And now his rear en