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Death flirt (Charles x Sven)

(Context: Someone in the clan has flirted with Sven Svensson. Not realising his bf, Charles is also there. Takes place in a world where Charles joined the Toppats. In the point of veiw of Sven.)

I downed the last drops of my coffee, watching other clan members pass by. Most of them were either cheerfull it was a free day, which meant no work, or hungover from one too many drinks. I wondered what eventful thing would happen this month. There was usually something to be interested about, be it some skirmish over raids spoils splits, or a contest of some sort between two regiments. Hell, even food could bring about some new eventful moment, like a debate over silly things or small events.

???: Hey.

I jumped, looking around, only to see another Toppat next to me. He had a yellowish-blue hat that seemed double an arms length and as slim as a pipe. He leaned on the counter behind me, a seductive look in his eyes.

Unlucky Toppat(U.T.): Are you a pencil sharpener? Because my pencil is blunt.

I stepped away from his outstretched hand as he almost lost his balance. Getting back up, he looked at me with an awkward smile.

Sven: Yeah, no. I'm taken.

U.T.: Oh c'mon. Ditch them for me. You won't regret it.

He grabbed from his pocket, a crumpled yellow flower that seemed to have an orange peel half dangling off the stem.

U.T.: Besides, what do they have that I don't?

Charles: A bit of common sense.

The guy couldn't even turn around properly as his hat flew from the impact of the punch on his face. He gripped the counter for support, looking forward, only seeing Charles stand there. I couldn't see his face, but knew he lost the smbition to fight as his fist unclenched.

Charles: Hey babe. This guy mess with you?

Sven: Nah. He just made a pathetic flirt attempt.

U.T.: C'mon. It was kinda good. Anyways, why are you with the goody too shoes, government scum?

He turned around, referring to Charles. Yet, as he said this, he collapsed to the ground. Charles stood behind him, hand in place where the guy had stood. Specifically, where his chest had been before he went down.

Charles: Goody too shoes? Does this seen like goody too shoes?

He stamped on the toppat's back, then spat.

Charles: Goody too shoes that you half eaten, soggy onion ring.

I stared at him, not suprised.

Sven: You have a problem.

He turned towards me, a smile across his face.

Charles: Yes. It's called being your boyfriend.

I walked out of the cafeteria, him following behind me, still thinking what would happen to the guy. Probably would try his hand at some other person he thought he could ask out. I could already imagine how much more of something like that he would ensure, till he chose to just give it up.