Angelus → Gray Fullbuster

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(Y/n) slammed her purse on the sofa and flop down, "How's work?" A certain silhouette pop into the main door, leaning on it cooly.

"Tiresome." She answered and yawned.

Gray sauntered towards her with a serious expression sitting beside her with his eyes squinting.

"But not too tired to hear me explain, right?" He asked as he stare at the sleepy (Y/n).

She nods weakly while muttering "Yes and not too tired to spank you on the head multiple times until it bleed for leaving me hanging for three straight days."
He chuckled lightly and adjusted his shirt.

How would he start this?
From beginning to the end or just a small glossary of what really happened?

"I. . ." He started, "I. . . Uh." He look at the ceiling with his brows knitted together. Damn, think Gray.

Minutes have passed and seems like Gray was having an internal fight on his own mind.

(Y/n)'s brow raised, is he going to tell her or not? "Can you just please spit it out, you're fidgeting." She hissed and yawned once again. "There's a tired woman right here." She said sarcastically, referring to herself.

His eyes shot wide when he noticed that he really was fidgeting and answered quickly. "I was with my sister." and put his calloused palm on his thighs.

"For three days? Huh." She spoke skeptically, this man was not really good at lying.

". . .Helping her with some things." He continued, awkwardly.

"And?" She gestured him to continue. That just couldn't be it right?

"Fishing and something." More like hunting and taking out souls something. He thought to himself.

He look down at his trembling fingers, awkwardly and didn't dare to meet (Y/n)'s gaze.

"Hmmm." She hummed and suddenly sat up, staring right through him dead on the eye, they're centimeters apart from each other but he didn't care.

How can a human do things like that? She was able to shift from laying down to sitting too fast for him to even register.

A minute have passed
and her eyes are still fixated on his eyes with her typical straight face. He's tenfold anxious right now, her eyes are boring into his soul and he didn't like it, not one bit.

Another minute have passed and (Y/n) was getting closer and closer to his face, He couldn't help but jerk away from her, she's too near and too close on reading his thoughts and he was afraid that she'll find out right away.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked, gulping.

She gave out a yawned that as big as a mouth of a lion and stood up like a frail flower and spoke to him dully, "I believed you." She believed him? Yatta~

"Just don't freaking do it again or I'll kick you out of this house." She threatened as she gave him her deathliest glare.

He was about to clear out that this is his house but it would lead to a never ending war, knowing (Y/n) will always be (Y/n), a spunky young lady who knew where she'd stand for.

He heaved out a sigh and nodded slowly, "Let's continue this later. I'm too sleepy," She spoke as she sauntered towards her room but before that she gave him off a smirk, "And explain why you're thinking about me for three days."

He sweat dropped.

Oh shit, he forgot about that part.