|| Lupin The Third || Oneshots

Acts of Love (L x J)

"Jigen dearie."
Lupin says, trying to get Jigens attention from his drivers seat; it's the rare occasion where Lupin drives.

Jigen tsks, spitting out his cigarette and putting it out with the others before leaning back in his seat once more. "I told you not to call me again that."

Lupin grins mischievously. "Jigen dearieeee~! My dearest Jigeeeeen~!" He sings terribly, completely tone deaf.

Jigen grumbles in annoyance. "Shut up."

Lupin can only snicker back, enjoying himself in annoying his partner in a car ride with its usual accompaniment of well-rounded silence. He never had anything to say to get Jigens attention; it was just the attention of his partner that he wanted.

Lupin sighs with a goofy smile as Jigen looks out the car window seeming miffed yet aloof.

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They've been together for years, practically childhood buddies. Lupin never says it, but he figured Jigen knows.
That these random teases, jokes, nicknames and all, are just his random acts of love.
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"What are you, stupid!?" Jigen yells.

Lupin in a blue apron tilts his head back laughing with a burnt sunny side up egg on his frying pan.

"Why make me cook when you know I'm bad at it!?" Lupin chuckles in question.

"I knew you were bad, just not this bad!"
Jigen bickers back.

It's makes Lupin laugh once more as he undoes his apron, knowing Jigen snatch take it.

"Step aside." Jigen grumbles as he takes away the apron from the thief's hands and puts it on reluctantly.

Lupin snickers and pecks the marksman's cheek with his lips.

"You're the professional~!"
Lupin compliments before walking away to find his other clothes considering he's in nothing but socks, boxers, and a button down.

Jigen grunts to himself, but otherwise, hasn't said a word.

By the time Lupin was sitting at the tiny wooden dining table completely dressed, Jigen had a decent American breakfast ready in his hands: sunny side up eggs and strips of bacon. That is, only he had the sunny side. Lupin was served bacon with his eggs scrambled.

Lupin looked at his plate happily, but what made him happier was Jigens prideful smirk sitting in front of him too.

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Though it was minuscule—just a small insignificant difference of cooked eggs—Jigen figured Lupin knew.

That these tiny acknowledgment of differences whilst throwing mediocre insults were just his way exhibiting love.
-

The sky was painted from orange, to pink, to lavender hues; life was giving the thieves a painting that could never steal, not past a glance.

Lupin sits on the rim of the Fiat's sky roof, looking at the sun setting on the horizon. Jigen sits at the front wheel under his fedora, the hat protects him from the blinding flame. His arms were crossed with one of his fingers tapping his bicep impatiently; he wants Lupin to sit back down eventually.

"Jigen." Lupin says.

"What?" Jigen asks bluntly.

"Jigeeennn." Lupin whines again.

"Whaaaat." Jigen returns back, though, sounding more like an bothered groan.

Lupin tsks and Jigen feels a sudden grip on one of his biceps. The thief's hairy hand.