Fearless

Chapter Nine: Flirting.

Ow, ow, ow.

Ugh.. Atleast it's not a migraine, Orange. Be thankful.

Orange sat up, blinking a few times. She rubbed her eyes and sighed, uncovering herself. She felt stronger, yet weak. I swear if he wants more I feel like I'm gonna get snapped in half.

Orange slid her legs off her bed, her feet touching the cool metal below. It sent a sudden jolt through her legs, as slowly she stood. Orange stumbled a bit, stabilizing herself by raising her arms into a T-posing like action. After, she walked over to her light switch, flicking the lights on.

A faint growl came from the floor. Orange flinched, whipping around to see Black, using a random hoodie of Orange's to cover his eyes. "..Darling, turn the lights off please.."  Black mumbled, his tone tired and strangely soft.

Orange sighed softly, turning the lights off. Guess I'll find my phone, or just go out and get sumthin' to eat. Orange thought. She stood there, debating on what to do. She finally decided to find something else to wear first. Shuffling awkwardly towards her closet, she pulled out a grey hoodie, and underneath pulled out some shorts.

Not wanting to change in front of Black, Orange walked out of her room, shutting the door behind her. She ducked into O2, and hiding behind a wall, she quickly changed. After, Orange folded up her previous clothing and entered her room, tucking the clothes under her pillow and exiting.

"..Finally. All alone." Orange sighed happily, walking out into the cafeteria, yawning. She rubbed an eye, and glanced around. The only other person in the room, strangely enough, was White. Paying no attention to him, Orange made her way to the kitchen part of the cafeteria and swiftly made herself a bowl of cereal. She sat down at a table, and began to eat.

"Why, hello there crewmate.. What are ya doin' so far away from your bodyguard, hmm?"

Orange glanced up, seeing White looking at her, with a rather cocky expression. "..He isn't my bodyguard, pal. I'm not in the mood to be bothered right now, so please go away." White merely chuckled in response, grinning slyly.

He sat down at her table, staring at Orange with that same longing face that Orange got from Black, just a few days ago. "..You're so cute, y'know that?" White cooed, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. Orange raised a brow, sliding another bite of Frosted Flakes into her mouth. She felt uncomfortable by this sudden compliment, but guessed it was simply a friendly gesture from White, even though she barely knew him. "Uh.. Thank you?"

"No problem, crewmate." White cooed, resting his head in his hands, staring at Orange with that same longing gaze. "You know.." White raised his head, tapping his claws on the table, giving Orange a rather coy look. "..I could make a better partner than Black." He grinned, gently taking Orange's hand in his, kissing it.

Orange flinched, her hand jolting away. Okay.. Now he's straight-up tryna flirt with me.

What do I do? Black's passed out in my room, and--

Orange looked over, ironically seeing a tired Black walk into the cafeteria, rubbing an eye. When Black looked over, the tiredness in his gaze was instantly replaced with anger. "White.."

White squeaked, getting up and speed-walking away. Black sighed, walking up towards the table, looking at Orange with a worried expression. "Did he do anything to you? Anything at all?"  Orange rubbed her hand a bit, and shook her head no. Black sighed in relief, giving Orange a gentle kiss on the cheek. "If you need me, darling.. I'll be in Storage."  Black turned, walking off.

Orange placed a hand on her cheek, rubbing it. "Huh.. He really does care." Orange snorted, grinning and putting another bite of cereal into her mouth.

Now that I think about it.. He's actually really.. How do I say this? Gentleman-like.

..I kinda like it. No, I do like it.

Heh.. Maybe I'll pay Black a visit after I get ready.

~End of Chapter Nine.~

--Word Count: 675--

(Writers Note: Sorry it was so short, I lost motivation mid-way through D:)