omg guys my headcanons about Dex being ginger came true LMAO
just thinking abt how in a modern setting Keefe would most definitely get one of those Tesla cybertrucks and think he was the shit
Like that one tiktok audiođ
Dex would be flabbergasted and refuse to talk to him
âThereâs no way ur being fr Keefe, what in hell r u drivingâ
âYou know itâs the new Tesla cyber truck, got it from my boy Elonâ
âYou ainât KICKIN IT with Elonâ
This episode changed my life
âThere you go, Miss Sandy! All better!â Mio smiled, wrapping up the last of her wounds.
Sighing, Sandy moved her arm, it was a little sore, but nothing some pain meds couldnât deal with.
âThanks..â She muttered, staring blankly at the wall.
Yuki and Mio shared a look, one of concern and worry.
âWe need to cheer her up! But how?â Mio whispered to the older girl.
âHmmâŚmaybe some tea? That always helps Ms. Yashiro when she comes back from missions!â Yuki whispered back.
âOh! Good idea! You go make it and Iâll stay here and try to make her feel better, âkay?â
Yuki nodded, heading out of the room swiftly. With an ever brightening smile, Mio looks back to girl sitting on the cot.
âSo, whatâs youâre favorite color?â
Sandy blinks, realizing a bit late that sheâs being spoken to. âOh..what? Mine?â
âYes! My favorite color is pink, but yellow is also good.â Mio spoke, putting a finger to her chin.
âI guess, I really like blue.â Sandy shrugged, folding one leg over the other.
Mio almost beams with excitement, a toothy smile spreading across her face. Just then, Yuki returns with the tea.
âHere you are, Miss Sandy.â Yuki said, setting down the tea on bedside table.
âThanksâŚuhâŚsorry, what were your names again?â Sandy asks with a nervous grin.
The girls waste no time in answering, bright smiles on both their faces. âIâm Mio, and this is Yuki!â Mio points to a slightly taller girl with
âWeâre training under Miss Tsubaki to become healers! As well as medical professionals!â Yuki giggles, holding her head with pride.
Mio nods along. âMmhm! Youâre actually one of our first real patients, Miss Sandy!â
âYeah?â Sandy arches a brow, her mouth quirking up a bit.
âYup! Miss Tsubaki doesnât really give any of the serious tasks to us just yet, since weâre so young, but sheâs been a bit more lenient with letting us help out!â
Confused, all Sandy can manage is a weak nod. The most sheâs been able to do for the past few hours is sit and zone out. After seeing what happened to Xen, thereâs something creeping in her head. She was powerless to do anything to help Xen, and the only reason her best friend didnât die was because of some weird magic-science shit. Sandy was useless, and an innocent person, one of the only people to ever understand her, almost paid the price.
How could she face Xen again? Wouldnât that be selfish? Clearly somethingâs going on, and Sandyâs more than out of the loop. Sheâd just get in the way, right?
And almost as if sensing it, Mio frowned. âIs everything okay, Miss Sandy?â
Snapping out of her thoughts, Sandy looks up to the girl, whose now sitting on the cot.
âIâm fine.â Sandy says, clearly not fine.
Yuki and Mio share a look, but just as theyâre about to say something, a figure rushes into the room.
âYuki, Mio! Make some room!â Another girl demands, her bright pink hair the first thing Sandy noticed.
In a matter of seconds, the girls move things around until another cot is placed down, along with many machines beside it.
âWeâre ready, Shiori!â Yuki shouts, and suddenly the room is crowded.
Two girls hurry in, carrying a man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Widening her eyes and scooting back a little, Sandy watched the organized chaos that was these girlâs process.
The girl with pink hair, Shiori, helps another with brown hair tied into braids lay the man down. They quickly start to hook the man up to the machines, putting what Sandy could only assume was an IV in his wrist. The man in question, however, just used his other arm to remove his cigarette and blow out smoke.
âEveninâ ladies, howâve ya been?â He smiles lazily, his thick southern accent sounding like something straight out of a cowboy movie.
âMr. Mustang please, throw that out! Not only is smoking bad for your lungs, but smoking is extremely prohibited in the Infirmary!â Shiori commanded, glaring a bit at the man.
He only shrugs, taking another drag. âTsubaki ainât here, so whatâs the big deal? This idânt hurtinâ nobody..â
âMaybe you can survive it, but we have another patient in here, sir!â Mio pouts, pointing to where Sandy was sitting.
Taking notice of her, the man widens his eyes a bit, and Sandy is able to fully look at him. Heâs got shoulder-length, messy blonde hair with a stubble along his jaw, as well as snake-skin boots and a flashy belt.
âWell now, didnât see ya there darlinâ, thatâs my mistake.â He grins, his eyes dancing with amusement. âWhoâs that? I thought yâall only took care of agents and special cases?â
The girl with twin braids answers, âShe came in last night with Nyxx, who insisted that we take care of her and her friend.â She explained.
Nodding, the man, orâŚMustang? Flicked his cigarette into a nearby trash can. âFriend, huh? Mustâa been real bad if Nyxx had somethinâ to say about it.â
âThatâs what I was thinking, considering he only really talks to Ada and Red.â Shiori expressed, looking up in thought.
More confused than ever, Sandy merely sat on the cot, staring as the girlâs worked around the man. Yuki, looking over, perked up.
âMiss Sandy! You havenât had any tea!â She walks over, a gentle smile on her face. âTrust me, itâs good. Itâs one of Miss Tsubakiâs herbal blends, itâs supposed to make you feel lighter!â
Hesitating, Sandy merely looks at the tea. âThanks, but I think Iâm alright.â
âDonât be shy, uh, Sandy, was it?â Mustang calls from the other side of the room.
âYeah.â She confirms flatly, already tired of this conversation.
âWell, you can trust me on all this tea business, alright? It really does make ya feel good, and who knows? It might loosen ya up!â He laughs.
Narrowing her eyes, Sandy turns from the man to stare at the tea once more. Then, with a sigh, she downs it like a shot. Well, all that partying experience really does pay off sometimes.
Not in this case though, because as soon as she set the cup down, Sandy felt every kind of dizzy. âThe hellâŚ?â She mumbled, her words slurred.
âOh dear, oh no! Miss Sandy! You arenât supposed to drink it that quickly!â Yuki panics, reaching her hands out then pulling them back.
âHaha! Alright! This girl knows how to party! Iâve only seen alcoholics down a drink in one swig like that, Iâm impressed!â Mustang cackles, throwing his head back.
âMustang! Do not encourage this!â Shiori grumbled, tightening the bandages she was wrapping around his waist.
âOw! Hey!â He winced. âThatâs where I got shot! Ainât ya supposed to be a healer?!â
âWeâre doctors, Mustang, not push-overs. Now shut up and settle down, otherwise Iâll just call Miss Tsubaki in here to deal with you.â Shiori threatened, and Mustang quickly shut his mouth.
Still recovering from the wooziness, Sandy could barely focus. Blinking rapidly, she gripped onto the cot.
âWhat was even in that?â She rubs her head, then the room begins to look wavy. ââŚthe fuck?â Sandy mutters, looking around as things start turning into other things.
âGreat, sheâs having hallucinations.â The brown-haired girl sighed.
Clearly barely holding it together, Mustang struggles not to laugh, avoiding the glaring daggers of Shioriâs eyes.
âOh goodness! Please, Miss Sandy, lay down! The effects will wear off in a few minutes, so please be still!â Yuki frowns, looking more like a frog with stars for eyes than a human in Sandyâs vision.
âThis is fuckinâ craaaaaazzzzyâŚâ Sandy giggles, falling back into the cot, staring at the ceiling.
âMiss Tsubaki is gonna be so upset!â Mio whines nervously, tapping her foot in worry.
Finishing up with Mustangâs injuries, Shiori heads over to check on Sandy.
âRelax, both of you, sheâll understand if you tell her it was an accident. After all, this girl isnât a regular patient, so really the blame falls on no one.â Shiori reassures, still looking a bit displeased at the giggling Sandy.
And Sandy, well, she accepted the fact that she was definitely tripping. The ceiling turned into a blue sky filled with rainbows, and cupcakes walked with hairy legs. Laughing harder, she could barely contain herself.
âHoly shit, haha! This is so wild!â Sandy cackled, kicking her feet.
On the other side of the room, Mustang bursts out laughing as well.
âMustang!â Shiori yelped, furrowing her brows at the man.
âSorry, I-I just canât! Look at her! Sheâs droolinââ Mustang slaps a hand over his, his whole body shaking.
âYou know what, Iâm just gonna go find Miss Tsubaki and let her handle this, Nanami, come on.â
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Xen wakes up with a start, as the smell of burning fills her senses. Shooting up, she looks for the source, panic settling in when she canât find it. Her breaths shorten, and theirs a burning sensation in her lungs.
ââŚen. Xen. Xen!â A voice shouts, shaking her shoulders harshly.
Centering herself around the voice, she grabs onto the hands, squeezing them. Unknown to her, tears fall down her face, steaming.
âItâs okay, itâs okay. Youâre alright, Xen, calm down.â The voice comforts, sounding vaguely familiar.
âWhaâŚwhat?â She mumbled out, her voice sounding strained.
The sensation wears down, until eventually fading all together.
âThere you go, thatâs good.â
Looking up, Xen meets the eyes of Nyxx. His mismatched eyes are both a bit weary from something, but they also hold a bit of understanding.
âNyxx?â She asks, struggling to figure out if this was real or not.
He nods, then takes his hands away from her shoulders. âYou, uh, you had a lot of people worried, you know?â He rubbed his neck awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.
Still a bit confused, Xen tries to gather her bearings. She seemed to be in a hospital room, but nothing except Nyxx felt familiar. How long was she asleep?
âI did? Sorry.â She apologizes, fiddling with her fingers. âUh, where am I, again?â
âYouâre at EDEN Academy, a school that specializes in training people to help get rid of Ghouls, or become Devil Hunters.â
âRiiiiiight.â Xen arches a brow, a bit disbelieving. âAnd, why are you here? In my hospital room, I mean.â
He smiles softly. âI was just checking on you, Tsubaki asked me to, after all.â
A bit flustered, Xen is distracted by the distant sound of running. Itâs a bit strange, Xen normally couldnât hear that well, so howâŚ
Just then, the door flies open, revealing a very distressed Sandy with a Coke in her hands.
âXen!â She yelled, relief written all over her features.
âSandy!â Xen squealed, smiling broadly.
Opening up her arms, Sandy wasted no time running into them.
âJesus Christ, dude! I thought you were gonna die, donât you ever do that again, got it?!â Sandy rambled, still holding the can.
Laughing a bit, Xen covered her mouth. âI promise, and, Iâm glad youâre okay too, Sandy.â
âHaha, yeahâŚâ
Sandyâs voice drifted off, and the telltale sign of her realizing something flew across her face.
âWhatâs wrong?â Xen wondered.
âUhhhhh, itâs nothing! Just, uhm.. okay, donât freak out, alright?â Sandy grinned nervously, squeezing the can with both hands.
A bit scared, Xen tried to figure out what Sandy was worrying so much about. âOkayâŚ? Whatâs happening, right now?â
Sandy glanced to Nyxx, who looks equally as frazzled. He shrugs once he notices her stare, and Sandy turns back with a huff.
âOkay, okay. Just, seriously, itâs not a big deal, like, at all.â Sandy began, her eyes flicking to above Xenâs head.
Without thinking, Xen pulled on a piece of her hair, a nervous habit, then paused. Raising it up, Xen noticed the bright green that replaced her previously dark brown hair.
For a few moments, Xen lived in ignorant bliss, not comprehending what she was seeing. Then, the realization kicked in.
âSandyâŚâ She muttered, her eyes widening.
âXen?â Sandy squeaked, cringing back.
âSandy!â Her voice raised higher, looking to the other in terror.
âYeah?!â Her shoulders bunched, her smile nervous.
âMY HAIR!!â Xen screamed. âITâS GREEN! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?!â
Sandy could only laugh, her tone anxious. âWhat do you mean? It looks great on you! Matches your eyes! OrâŚuh.. never mind. Do not look at your eyes!â
With more horror settling in her bones, Xen scrambles out of bed, toward what she assumes is a bathroom.
Her entire eye, from the iris to the sclera, it was all green. The only part being saved were her pupils, which remained black.
Her mouth fell in shock, and all she could do was stare. Until it became to much, then she screamed.
âWHAT?!?!â
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lmao that was hilarious @3xen
It wasnât Redâs original plan, it wasnât even his plan. Ada thought it was a good idea to undermine him by implementing her own plan, which, as you mightâve figured out, completely went to shit.
âImpressive plan, Ada.â Red commented, snark lacing his tone.
Ada groaned, thumping her head against the wall. âShut up, Red!â
Meanwhile, bullets whizzed past them, and the men they were facing off against were shouting orders at each other. The duo had been backed into a corner, with nothing but a flimsy column shielding them from the onslaught of gunfire.
âWhat about now, Ada? Have another imbecilic plan yet?â
âRed! God! Shut up!â Ada shouted, glaring at him.
Was Ada technically his upperclassman? Yes. Was she also a lot older than him, being nineteen? Also yes.
Did that mean Red was going to treat her with respect?
Hell. No.
âWell, if you havenât got any spectacular plans, shall I take the the lead?â Red grinned smugly.
Ada rolled her eyes, frustrated. âFuckingâ whatever. Do your shit, Red.â
With a triumphant huff, Red scanned what he could of the warehouse. There were many foot soldiers, all aiming their weapons and firing pointlessly. Red felt a bit of offense, clearly, these people werenât taking EDEN, or itâs members seriously.
Hm, then, he should remind them, just exactly why EDEN is at the top of the food chain.
Jumping quickly to the next column, Red drew their fire, leaving Ada behind. If he were to initialize his plan, heâd need a distraction. Turning on his earpiece, he connected his comm straight to HQ.
âEVA?â Red called.
âThats me! What dâya need, Reddy?â EVA responded, her voice cheerful.
âI need a little diversion, I donât suppose you could cook something up?â
âYes! One-hundred-percent! You can count on me, Redsters!â
With that, the call cut, and a few seconds later, something dropped from the ceiling. Red assumed it was some kind of security drone that delivered it, as that was EVAâs whole thing. It was a small disk, but managed to let out a mist so thick that even Red had a hard seeing through it.
However, EVA had done as asked, and he would not let it go to waste.
Running through the fog, Red strained his senses to hear anything around him, and see as far as he could. The fog shifted around bodies, and Red even smelled the particular odor of the soldiers. He would make quick work of this now, lest he miss watching Tales of Gothicka and Mephistopheles, with Nyxx and Moon.
One after another, the fifteen-year-old slashed through legs and stomach, occasionally throats. The smell of blood was slightly irritating, but he ignored as best he could. These foot soldiers really didnât know what was coming, huh? Some distance away, he heard more struggling, easily figuring out it was Ada.
Perhaps she wasnât completely useless, after all.
Slicing through the last man, Red quickly grabbed him by the throat.
âTell me, sir, why are you attacking EDEN students? Were you paid? What about this warehouse? I heard you were smuggling illegal contraband into Acheron and Spade, but I must know why.â Red interrogated, his voice seemingly calm and docile.
The man was sweating bullets, which Red wasnât surprised by. He had that effect on people, making them nervous.
Red didnât know why, though.
âHurry up now, if I remove this blade youâll surely bleed out in minutes. And thatâs being generous.â Red stated, twisting the knife in the othersâ gut just a tiny bit.
The man yelped, gripping his hand onto Redâs forearm. âStop! Agh, fuck!â
âIf you want me to stop, then answer my questions.â A dark look washed over Redâs face, and his eyes went cold.
âI-I donât know, really. They justâurghâ The soldier panted. âThe people who employed usâ just told us to get the cargo from here to the extractionâpoint. I didnât know about no Even kids or whatever..â
Red stared, and to others, it was one of malice and inhumanity. His eyes were seemingly empty, as if any emotions he couldâve felt in the past or present, just evaporated. Ada despised that look.
The fog had cleared enough for her to spot Red, and exactly what he was doing.
Little brat, she thought.
She stalked over to them, glaring holes into Redâs back.
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â Ada shouted.
Red didnât respond, and instead, just kept aiming that look at the man. Ada may not like these guys, but even she had a little kindness. Kicking him in the back, Ada was able to call Red to attention.
âWake the fuck up, shorty. Weâve got a lead. Now stop torturing that guy.â Ada commanded.
She knew, however, that he words meant little to Red. As he would only take orders from Captain Silver. And occasionally Nyxx, though even he had a hard time with Red.
Red slowly turned his head, his expression devoid of any feeling. Ada felt herself shiver a bit, from just how cold he looked. She knew it was better to pretend not to be nervous, but she couldnât help herself. That lookâŚ
Red snapped back to the present, once again letting his instincts take control. There was an internal groaning in his head, heâd definitely have a lecture later.
Standing up, and removing the blade from the manâs gut, ignoring his wailing, Red looked to Ada. âApologies, I seem to have spaced out a bit. Now then, letâs get going, shall we?â
Not waiting for an answer, Red walked away, cleaning the blood from his knife with hand cloth. Ada, on the other hand, just rolled her eyes and called for backup. That man was still alive, and he would be as long as The Butterflies get here on time, so she could save the real interrogation for later.
Red, looking much more forward to weekly binge night, practically beamed. Though, his version of beaming was an uncaring face and lazy body language.
After about an hour, Red finally made it back to his apartment. It was quite spacious, being more of a loft than an apartment. Before he and Nyxx graduated from student to agents, theyâd talked about moving away from the dorms. Although it was sometimes nice, being able to get away from the school was also very freeing.
So, with only a minor struggle, Red and Nyxx successfully moved into their own apartment. Currently, the boys were renting it out from this old couple, Maurice and Delaney, they were kind.
Walking through the front door, Red closed it behind him and slid off his shoes. He took off his blazer and threw it on the back of a chair, leaving only his tie and a white button-up, as well his plaid red and black pants. Hopping over the back of the couch, Red landed a few inches away from Nyxx, who was already comfortable in a tank-top and sweatpants.
âYouâre just in time, Moon was already starting to complain about you being gone.â Nyxx remarked, shoving a fist full of popcorn in his mouth.
âOh dear, how would I recover.â Red replied flatly, though Nyxx recognized his tone as humorous.
Huffing a laugh, Nyxx grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Moon, quickly, flew down from his perch, transforming from a bat to a human in seconds.
âWhich episode?â He asked quietly, sitting in between the two older boys.
âEpisode thirteen, Iâm pretty sure. Thatâs where we left off last week, right?â Nyxx looked to Red for confirmation.
âCorrect, we ended on a cliffhanger between Gothicka and Princess Angelicka fighting over Unicorn Joe.â
Moon nodded, while Nyxx hummed in response. He clicked on the episode, and Red felt himself instantly relax.
Though to others, he might always seem on edge, but within the walls of his apartment, sitting with two of the most important people to him, Red couldnât be calmer.
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So, not exactly an update-update, but Iâm trying to figure out Redâs character so just enjoy regardlessâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Also, he is indeed of sassy lil bitch with no empathy skills, that much Iâve figured out
Xen really didnât know what to do.
Though, that wasnât a surprise to anyone.
So, to recap, she was hit by some weird comet-like thing, and it turned her intoâŚwellâŚthis.
Green hair that apparently can catch on fire but not burn, neon green eyes that Sandy thinks might shoot lasers, and finally, she can fly.
âSandy! Help me get down!â Xen wailed, acidic tears rolling down her face as she hit the ceiling.
âIâmâugh,â Sandy groaned, avoiding a stray drop of acid-tear that melted straight threw the floor. âIâm trying! Justâ calm down!â
More tears streamed down her face, and she felt half-bad for freaking Sandy out, but also, she was literally turning into aâŚthing!!
How could she not panic and cry?! Like, her tears are acidic now!
âItâs really not that bad! I saw a guy with like, chicken feet or something! At least youâre still you!â Sandy assured.
âIt isnât the same! My hair is on fire!â
Sandy groaned, looking toward the door where Nyxx was.
âHey, you just gonna stand there and be useless? Come over here and help me!â The girl nagged, glaring at the other.
Nyxx only blinked, seeming a bit weary. âThe extraction team will be here soon to help, so we should just try to keep her from blowing up.â
âExtracâ what?! What the hell is an extraction team?!â
âTheyâre really the only people able to help her right now, since sheâs a bit of a liability right now.â Nyxx explained, ignoring Sandyâs spiraling.
Before she could say anything else, people in something close to hazmat suits came rushing in past.
Sandy didnât even have time to comprehend before they were setting down some triangle thing, which unleashed a weird tech-y looking rope that dragged Xen down. Then, the rest of it turned into a cage, trapping her inside.
âWhat are you doing?!â Sandy screamed, pounding her fist on the cage. âLet her go!â
âSandy, stop.â Nyxx demanded, coming up behind her and holding her back under the arms.
Sandy only kicked, nothing but fear and rage fueling her mind and actions.
âGet off me, bastard!â
Suddenly, a thick pink mist clouded the room, exploding from the hall. The anger she felt just seconds before disappears with the fog, leaving only a mild sense of disorientation in her senses.
A sigh, then, âThanks, EVA.â
Sandy had not time to react before she was drug back to a chair to sit. She could barely stand, much less notice the team of weirdos take her friend out of the room.
Xen, meanwhile, was curled into a ball. Tears continued to run down her face, and she was lucky enough the be able to wipe them away. The people who were taking her away werenât slow at all, as the moved with impressive speed.
All she could focus on, however, was just how ruined her life was. Her hair was on fire, her tears are burn through stuff, she can fly, and probably a shit ton of other things that will make everyone avoid her. And just when she was starting to get settled tooâŚ
She wanted to scream, and rage and throw a fit like a child. But she couldnât.
Whatever had happened, it nearly killed her.
The idea of even going outside now, was terrifying.
On the outside, the team was making twists and turns, and Xen was pretty sure they went down an elevator at one point. That is, until they put her in a room. Minutes passed with the cage still glowing around her, but was finally removed.
The room she was in was almost stark white, with nothing but a small bed inside.
âWhere am I?â Xen shivered, looking around wildly.
âApologies, but this is the only way we can assure both your safety and ours for the time being.â A voice called out, coming from the ceiling.
Xen noticed a camera in the corner, and instinctually backed away.
âPlease Iâ I donât know whatâs going on. You have to help me.â
The voice returned. âOf course, thatâs what weâre here for. Just try to relax for now, weâll be sending in Dr. Stein shortly to run some tests.â
Stein? Tests? What are they talking about?
âWait! Who- who are you?â
âMy name is Gideon, Iâm EDENâs most developed and effective AI.â
Okay. Great.
What does that mean?
Xen didnât respond, and instead curled in on herself. If she was gonna be stuck in some room to get tested on, she might as well be comfortable.
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Coming back to her senses, Sandy was instantly raged.
âWhat the FUCK?!â She shouted, shooting up and looking around crazily.
âRelax there, kid.â Mustang chided, blowing smoke out of the window.
Sandy turned to him, eye twitching. âWhy the hell are you here? No, wait, actually, where is Xen? Tell me. Now.â
âIs that how you ask?â
Glaring, Sandy took a deep breath. âPlease tell me where Xen is, fuckface.â
Mustang nearly choked, holding back a laugh. âWell, you certainly are spitfire, arenât ya?â He chuckled.
âNow, bastard.â
âAh, sorry kiddo, I canât. That information is classified.â
Once again pissed off, Sandy stalked up to the older man, ripping the cigarette from his hand.
âI donât fucking care if itâs classified, you ass, my best friendâs hair literally turned into fire. So youâre gonna tell me what the hell you guys are doing to her, and maybe, maybe, I wonât burn this whole fucking building down. Sound fair?â
Mustang stared, his eyes narrowed and slightly amused.
âHm, guess I really donât have a choice, huh?â
Not replying, Sandy met his stare equally, with Mustang recognizing the similar determination from his youth.
âFine, fine, but I really canât tell ya. Only agents and students get to know were Anomalies are put.â
âAnomalies?â Sandy raised a brow.
âSorry, classified.â Mustang shrugged.
What the hell was this guy talking about? Anomalies? Like some alien shit? And only agents and students knew whereâŚwhere theâŚ
Widening her eyes, Sandy looked back to Mustang. âHow do I become a student?â
âWhat?â
âA student. I need to be one here. Thatâs how I figure out whatâs happening to Xen, right? So, what? Do I gotta, fill out an application? Take a test?â Sandy asked, rambling as many ideas popped into her head.
Mustang blinked, then while smirking, he ruffled the girlâs hair. âYouâre sharper than you look, kid. Alright, ya wanna become a student.â
Ignoring the obvious lack of personal space, Sandy straightened. âYes.â
âThen follow me. Iâve been looking for a knew lackey anyway.â
âWhat? You meanââ
âYes, kid, I mean Iâm gonna be teachinâ you. Now hurry up.â
Time felt like it was going too fast, and the nerves in Sandyâs body quickly stacked up. Inhaling, she grounded herself, then began to walk after the older man.
One thing at a time, Sandy, just roll with it.
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New chapterrrrr!!!! Sort of, idk, just take it
@3xen
Wearing Each Otherâs Clothes- flufftober prompt!
A soft melody sounded out from a record player, causing the girl to hum as she flipped the page of her book.
Sophie sat in the windowsill of her room, entranced to the novel she started only hours before. It had become somewhat of a habit, when things got too much for her, Sophie would retreat to the safety of her room to decompress. And, oh, how that strategy always seemed to work.
Fortunately, this wasnât one of those times where she was overwhelmed. Sheâd just woken up on the wrong side of the bed, in a way. However, to combat the annoying problem at hand, Sophie recalled some things Dex had told her.
âIf you ever need to calm down, just do something you like. I always play Animal Crossing when I get overwhelmed.â Dex stated, munching on a candy bar. âLike, Iâm typically a Mortal Kombat kind of guy, but sometimes I donât need to stress about beating some character in a game, yâknow?â
He was right. It kind of ticked Sophie off, a bit. Dex had a way with being right about the most obvious things, yet Sophie still needed a flashing light in her face to even get clue!
Anyway, she took his advice.
Eda had come up to check on her, since she hadnât said much when Sophie came down to eat breakfast. She was worried, that much was clear, and Sophie appreciated it. The blonde had explained via note that she needed to have some âme-timeâ before she became a functional member of society again. And like the Angel she is, Edaline completely understood.
âOkay honey! Text me if you need anything, I love you!â She wrote in reply.
Sophie smiled at the words, sliding an âI love youâ note back under the door before returning to her perch.
Another detail that made all the difference, was what she was wearing. The baggy sweatshirt was normal, but it wasnât hers. You see, this particular hoodie belonged to her boyfriend, Keefe. Theyâve been dating for months, six months almost. But this was the first time Sophie ever unconsciously wore something of Keefeâs. At least, until she finally noticed.
Sheâd remembered another thing Dex said, about eating comfort food and wearing comfort clothes. Sophie hadnât really understood at the time, but she was starting to now.
Sophie was in the middle of a paragraph when she recognized a smell. One of vanilla and coffee. Sophie sniffed the air, wondering if her boyfriend had somehow managed to sneak another personalized air-freshener into her room, when she looked down. The hoodie itself was a midnight blue with some light-colored wording. Sophie sniffed again, and it was stronger.
She was a bit confused, any other day Sophie would have surely noticed the change of clothing. Perhaps it was because of the weird feeling sheâd had all day, putting her into a slight funk. Or maybe, Dex was right, and clothing could bring comfort.
She didnât have long to think about it before her door was being knocked upon. A familiar tune, something that a certain someone always used to be endearing. The blonde had half a mind to ignore it and continue reading, as she was still down in the dumps. But, she also remembered how dejected Keefe looked the last time she left him waiting outside like a stray.
With a sigh, Sophie reluctantly sat up and walked over to the door, her feet dragging as her body felt heavy like cement. Opening the door, Sophie couldnât help but feel her heartbeat speed up for a second.
Keefe stood there with a goofy grin, armed with bags of what Sophie could only assume were snacks. However, her attention was attracted to Keefeâs shirt.
Or, more specifically, her shirt.
It fit nicely on him, despite his lengthy frame. Sophie silently thanked her past-self for always picking bigger sizes of shirts.
Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder, and Sophie looked up. Keefe, in all his glory, smiled down at her and lifted a brow.
âYou good, Foster?â He asked, and Sophie quickly had the realization that heâd been speaking the entire time.
Clearing her throat, Sophie mustered up a pathetic âyesâ in response.
Keefe hummed, nodding and then gesturing to her room. âMay I come in, my lady?â He requested in a terrible British accent.
âHa, yeah.â Sophie huffed out a laugh, moving to let him through the door. âDo my parents know youâre here?â
âIf you mean Mrs. Ruewen, yes. If youâre talking about Mr. Macho Man himself, then no. Pretty sure youâre Mom said something about him feeding the bulls in the pastureâŚ?â
Sophie smiled and rolled her eyes, the petty little feud between her boyfriend and her Dad had been long-standing, since before they even got together. Grady wasnât very appreciative of Keefeâs troublemaker and carefree attitude, and Keefe just loves pushing other peopleâs buttons. So, clearly, it was a recipe for disaster.
Sophie closed the door, sauntering up beside Keefe as he laid out all the snacks on the bed.
âHey.â She muttered, looking up to his eyes.
âHi.â He replied back, his eyes crinkling as he smiled at her.
Again, Sophieâs heart rate sped up a little. She wasnât embarrassed, she just, always felt floaty when Keefe looked at her. Especially with such a warm expression.
âWhatâre you doing here?â Sophie asked, sitting next to the pile of food on the bed.
Keefe puffed up, his face turning every shade but chivalrous. âWell, a little birdie told me you werenât having a good day. And, since Iâm a loving boyfriend and loyal partner, I took it upon myself to try and make youâre day a bit better. So, ta da!â
Sophie nodded in response, unwrapping a small Snickers and popping it into her mouth.
âA little birdie?â
âJolie and Amy.â He admitted, with no hesitation. âTwo little birdies then, I guess. But, they were worried and figured that, me being me, I could cheer you up the best.â
She smiled, swallowing the candy and standing up. âThatâs nice. Thank you, Keefe.â
On her tip-toes, Sophie pecked the tallerâs lips, already feeling much better than before. Still a bit gloomy, though.
Keefe didnât waste any time, however. In one swift motion, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a soft kiss to Sophieâs lips. Recovering from the shock quickly, Sophie returned the gesture and embraced him, her arms around his neck.
âMm, youâre lips taste like chocolate.â Keefe points out, licking his lips and glancing up, as if to savor it.
Sophie smiled, a thing she seems to do a lot around him. âYeah? Well, you smell really good, so.â
âReally? You like it? I got it from Linh, she said it matched my vibe, or something.â
She was right, vanilla and coffee really worked with Keefeâs personality.
âAnyway, is that my shirt?â Sophie asks, bluntly.
âHuh? Oh, yeah! I found it in my bag, mustâve gotten mixed in last time I was here. I actually started listening to these guys. Green Day, right? Yeah, theyâre pretty good.â Keefe rambled.
It was one of things Sophie loved about him. His ability to just, talk. She also felt warm because, well, he started listening to one of her favorite bands! Just because of a shirt!
Quickly, Sophie pecked his lips again and then untangled herself from him.
âFeel better?â He inquired, blinking over at her.
âA little. Wanna watch a movie?â
âHeck yeah, lemme make some room real quick.â Keefe shoved the snacks into the plastic bags, setting them on the nightstand and hopping onto the bed.
Sophie brought her laptop over, as well as a weighted blanket and a fluffy one.
âThank ya darlin.â Keefe teased in a country accent.
Sophie giggled and sat down, pulling the blanket over her and passing the other to Keefe, who gladly wrapped himself up in it. She opened the computer and thought about what to watch.
A few minutes later and they decide on A Nightmare Before Christmas, one movie they both could watch endlessly.
Keefe wrapped an arm around Sophie, pulling her closer and nuzzling his face into her hair. Her face heated up a bit at the affection, she was still getting used to it. Despite the length of their relationship, Sophie was still adjusting to physical affection. Though, she got over the embarrassment of it, now it was just feeling flustered.
âOh, also..â Keefe spoke up. âThat hoodie looks really good on you.â
Almost instantly, Sophieâs face exploded into a overheated mess of a red.
Okay, maybe she was still a little embarrassed.
@flufftober
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