Sabo X Reader

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The TV flashed in hundreds of different shades, pixels running together and crashing, exploding in the process and  mixing to form a scene from one of the most brilliant musials of all the time - "Into The Woods". It all happened in barely seconds, and right after the last sparks of it were still fading, another crash occured, so fast your brain didn't even realise what had happened. And so it seemed to you it was just a moving picture. Silly humans and their little human brains.

"That isn't very logical," Sabo said and you sighed, readying yourself for another tiring conversation about musicals. That man was far too cynical and logical sometimes, at least for someone who still bugged you sometimes to go on a dragon-search with him. "I mean, the baker is a grown up man, and instead of making up a plan to save them all,  he argues with three kids whose fault it is that the giant is roaming around."

"It's not supposed to be logical, they probably just wanted to add the song there, it's a good piece of music after all," you shrugged and leaned against him, pulling comforter over yourself, so it covered you up to your nose. He slided one of his arms over your shoulders and started playing with stray strands of you hair, curling them around his fingers. Soon they were hanging in knots, and you were going to have very fun time later trying to untangle them. Oh the joy.

"And how does that make sense they needed a shoe, cape, hair and a cow to make a baby? I'm no scientist but even I know these things don't work that way," he kept arguing about the part before, not even to hear the answer anymore, but just to hear you talking. Explaining excitedly even the tiniest details about the movie.

"They needed those to break the curse that didn't let them have a baby, not exactly for the making part," you shifted again since your back was starting to hurt, keeping your eyes on the TV all the time as the birds told Cinderella about his prince cheating on her. "Stupid shithead."

"How can she even-" you slapped a hand over Sabo's mouth, muffling his question. That was already enough, and even you didn't know the answer for that one. How come he never asked about Doctor Dolittle talking to animals, and now poor Cinderella can't go and chat with few swallows.

"Don't ask about the birds," you pulled your hand away and paused the movie so you could go and get some more popcorn from the kitchen. Sabo had already chewed his way through three bowls and you were beginning to wonder where he put it all, since he never seemed to put on any weight, no matter how great his appetite was. Lucky chap. When the bag was in the microwave, popping like 4th of July's fireworks, you grabbed your phone, checking if Koala had sent you any update about her new guy. About what you had heard, this one was a real cutie.

Man, seems that he had taken her out. Again.  She had even sent you few pictures from the beach where they had walked at, to watch the sunset. You sighed, trying to suppress your jealousy, as you stared at the beautiful photograph of her and white-haired guy, holding hands and smiling into the great reds and oranges of the sunset, as the sun blent into it, leaving last few mulberry and wine shadows dancing on the waves.

"Mh? What is it?" Sabo leaned his chin on the top of your head to see what you were looking at, and slided his arms around you. It was really annoying, how he could easily use you as an arm- or headrest due to your petite physique. And he did so often, probably not even noticing the judgmental glances you sent him from time to time. Dense as hell. Wait, hell can't be dense, it's not a living creature. Let's say, dense as demon, then.

"Nothing,"you shook him off and grabbed the popcorn, stuffing it into a bowl. "Just petty jealousy, ignore it and it will go away like all my other problems." That's what all the responsible adults do, right? Ignore it until it will go away or when it starts making too much noise, someone else will take care of it.

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