Maybe, maybe not.

[celestialistic]

Characters: Lucy & Sougo.
Location: Casualty Communal, Lucy's room.
Rating: PG-PG-13 for S&M.
Time: After Sougo's network post/demand here.
Description: So he's going on a mission and though she's filled to the brim with mixed feelings, she wants to send him off with a smile ... and cocoa.

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[sadoslash]

Sougo didn't like all these stairs here at Death City. Between the main set leading up to Shibusen and then the stairs between the floors. But he supposed that cocoa was well worth it. And although it would have been much better for him to have Lucy deliver it (and he probably could have manipulated her into it, too) he decided to let her off with just having to make it.

So he casually strolled to Lucy's room, knocking a few times on the door. "Shinsengumi. Open up."

[celestialistic]

Though, she’d usually yell an “I’m coming,” this time around she stood over the cocoa, still trying to distribute the sprinkles. The least she could do is make sure his had more blue ones, right? But, semi-realizing he probably wouldn’t wait for much longer, she put down the container, wiping her fingers on her towel by the sink before getting the door.

Once she opens it, she gives him a weird look, “geez, can’t you come to my door like a normal person?” But, other than her comment and stare, she looked like she was in pretty good spirits.

[sadoslash]

"You sure took long enough to open the door. It's impolite to keep a policeman waiting." The answer to her question? Was no. He couldn't. Sougo was in partial uniform today, having left his jacket and cravat back at his room, but in place he had the scarf she had given him wrapped around his neck. For no reason other than the fact that he was cold, he would claim...which wasn't exactly a lie. It was particularly freezing in the desert that day.

Sougo headed inside with a passing pat on her head like she was a good and loyal puppy who had greeted him at the door and brought him his slippers. Then, he slipped off his shoes, "Is it ready?"

[celestialistic]

“I’d honestly be worried if you the neighborhood policeman…” which was nothing short of the truth, but there was a trace of a smile on her lips the whole way through. Obvious teasing.

“But, yeah, it’s done,” she said, accepting the pat with a small shudder (S vibes...) before continuing towards the kitchen. She gestured grandly towards the hot cocoa. Everything was done properly; of course, she only hoped he’d notice the extra blue sprinkles on his. “I’m actually pretty good at stuff like this, you know.” Living alone did that to you, she guesses - not that she regretted it, of course.