Salted
Title: Salted
Written for: 30_kisses
Pairing: Saotome Alto/Sheryl Nome
Fandom: Macross Frontier
Theme: # 9, dash
Disclaimer: I do not own Macross Frontier or anything related to the Macross franchise.
Notes: Also an entry for 30kisses (#09, dash).
“Alto…don’t tell me you’re still mad?”
A snort.
“Mou. How can we expect to enjoy Ranka-chan’s latest movie if you’re acting like such a grump?”
A growl.
“And whose fault is that?”
“Oh, I see you’ve found your tongue again.”
An exasperated groan.
“Sheryl…do you know what you made me go through?”
“Mou, you’re still seething about that?”
A deadly glare.
“Yes.”
“Now, see. You’re just making a big deal out of nothing.”
A facepalm.
“You had me turn the car around because you decided, halfway to our venue, that the shoes you were wearing clashed with your dress. Then, on our way again, there was a run on your right stocking and you made me stop by a local department store to get you a new pair. As if the strange look I got for the purchase wasn’t already embarrassing enough, going there a second time to exchange it because it wasn’t the right shade of pink is another story! And-just when I thought there would be no more problems from you, you decide it was a great time to joke around and say that you think you might be pregnant and almost had me drive us off to our deaths! That was the only time I was happy to get away from police trouble because of your celebrity status. The. Only. Time. It’s a miracle we managed to get here on time-alive!”
“Are you done already?”
…
Sigh.
“Yes.”
“Great-I want some popcorn.”
…
…
“Salted, right?”
Owari.
Written for: 30_kisses
Pairing: Saotome Alto/Sheryl Nome
Fandom: Macross Frontier
Theme: # 9, dash
Disclaimer: I do not own Macross Frontier or anything related to the Macross franchise.
Notes: Also an entry for 30kisses (#09, dash).
“Alto…don’t tell me you’re still mad?”
A snort.
“Mou. How can we expect to enjoy Ranka-chan’s latest movie if you’re acting like such a grump?”
A growl.
“And whose fault is that?”
“Oh, I see you’ve found your tongue again.”
An exasperated groan.
“Sheryl…do you know what you made me go through?”
“Mou, you’re still seething about that?”
A deadly glare.
“Yes.”
“Now, see. You’re just making a big deal out of nothing.”
A facepalm.
“You had me turn the car around because you decided, halfway to our venue, that the shoes you were wearing clashed with your dress. Then, on our way again, there was a run on your right stocking and you made me stop by a local department store to get you a new pair. As if the strange look I got for the purchase wasn’t already embarrassing enough, going there a second time to exchange it because it wasn’t the right shade of pink is another story! And-just when I thought there would be no more problems from you, you decide it was a great time to joke around and say that you think you might be pregnant and almost had me drive us off to our deaths! That was the only time I was happy to get away from police trouble because of your celebrity status. The. Only. Time. It’s a miracle we managed to get here on time-alive!”
“Are you done already?”
…
Sigh.
“Yes.”
“Great-I want some popcorn.”
…
…
“Salted, right?”
Owari.