After rambunctious parting and an exceedingly drunken night at the guild a certain salmon haired dragon slayer had become in a bit of a predicament.
"What do you mean I'm not responsible!" His angered drunken slurs resounded throughout the guild, if not for the majority of the members either being in drunken comatose or had ventured off into the nightly chills of the winter evening, he would have surely raised a scene. "I have taken care of this lil fuzz ball since he hatched ALL on my own, with no ones help! What the hell do you mean I'm not responsible!" Through his yelling he had sobered up a bit, a factor that he seemingly didn't like, especially with the girls hassling him about him being too irresponsible to even take his dear exceed home. Rage boiled through his entire body, though luckily he had managed to maintain calm, aside from his boisterous voice booming in audacious calamity.
"We're not saying that! We just think it might be best for him to stay at one of our places for the night, considering your current condition!" Through her voice was haste and dimly unsure, the rosette turned to glare at the his blonde female friend in a drunken fury. Whenever intoxicated, we was always happy and usually comprised into a fit of giggles as he lay on the floor, though wasn't ever often. However, with the lady's here hassling him of his irresistibility to care for his sleeping feline that lay in the midst of his arms, curled up against his chest as he swayed back in forth like a mother with her sleeping infant. He wasn't tolerating it. He swiftly turned from them, heading to the direction of the guild's exit as he heard his metal-head counterpart relay, "he's in complete mother dragon mode. There ain't no reasoning with 'em, nor any chances of taking the hatchling from 'em. Might as well give up." His harsh rough voice released his signature chuckle as he watched the pinkette descend into darkness, knowing full well the latter could hear him and would continue to, due to the amazements of his dragon slayer enhancements. The raven not too far from the rest, strode by them relieving a heavy sigh as he did so. "I'll make sure he gets home safely." Was all he had said as he followed the pinkette into the shadows of the night.
The cold enveloped their his already cold aptitude as he quickened his pace, only fastening it when he was completely sure his his disappearance from his friends, not wanting to break his calm composite to convey his worry buried beneath his already snowy from. As the small unique little flurries continue their descent down to the mostly covered cobblestone floor, his worry only heightened. Before he new it he was right next to his companion, who had taken off his scarf, only to wrap it around the poor exceed, as his body heat slowly continued to rise. Possibly to keep the poor feline from shock. If he had simply risen his heat too quickly, especially given the cold aptitude of the surrounding area, the blue fur ball swaddles in his arms would have definitely gone into shock. For the girls to have the audacity to practically call him an irresponsible parent, especially given the sweet moment, was crude, impractical, and rude. They apparently don't know him as much as they had originally anticipated.
"Do you want to use my jacket, instead of your scarf?" The raven pondered as he tucked the fabric of his jacket, that her surprisingly managed to stay on his body throughout the night. The rosette turned his gaze from the snowy cobblestone rode to the man before him. His breaths came out in soft fluffy puffs as he spoke, "are you sure you wouldn't mind?" The pinkette asked, raising a wary brow, stopping in his tracks as he did so. The raven followed his actions, pausing his movements to stare the other in his beautiful olive green eyes as he did so. He knew how much that scarf meant to him, for to part with the scaly material would practically kill him on the inside. For him to ever even place it on another persons body or an objective material, would only pose to relay an exceeding amount of trust and/or care. "Why would I? I'll only manage to loose it if I keep it. Aren't you cold anyway?" Though his tone was lower than it's abnormality of the sorts, he managed to gather the others appearance. Though he was coveted in his lavendereous magic, his cheeks were slightly red, possibly due to the alcohol, his eyes were glossy, and his body was slightly shaking. The pinkette tore his gaze from worried dark blue eyes, that seemed deeper than any ocean or more enigmatic that any night sky, to the scattered whites that hoarded the cobble way. "I'm fine." He paused, his voice slightly lower as his tone heightened slightly. "I just don't want him getting sick again. You know how annoying that can be." He changed his once serious and worried tone that had eased its way from his core to a more teasing and playful mood as he turned his gaze back to the raven with a Cheshire smile spread across his lovely rosy cheeks. The raven could only frown; he was putting a mask on, building a wall around himself that the raven had done a plenty time before. It hurts, both oneself and the others around them. He hastily pulled his coat from his body, laying it across his arms as he waited for the other, signalling him to place the feline into the material, so the rosette won't have to go this alone. The raven could only gawk at the many hidden meanings the term shared. He knew Natsu's worst fear, being alone, and what it entitled. Before he joined the guild he was completely alone, he survived alone. Even after joining he probably felt more alone than ever with ice maker and the taker over mages taunts. There had even been rumours going around that had tried ending it all, had he not stumbled upon a little bundle of joy in the forest. Perhaps that's why Lisana named him 'Happy' because whenever he was talking or taking care of the egg he always seemed to relay this sort of happiness. Even as the egg hatched, though it had not been a dragon, the joy and happiness that radiated from his glimmering olive eyes was astounding and fresh. A sight never before seen in any of his guild mates eyes.
Following the signal, the rosette placed his little bundle of joy into Gray's long jacket, never removing his muffler from the smaller. Just as about the raven was gonna mention this factor, the rosette peered through the snowy sky to gaze into the raven's atmospheric blue. "This way I won't have to use as much magic," his voice was soft as he gazed back down at the feline in question, gently caressing the small tuffs of blue that poked out from the atop his small head with adoration shining through his his eyes and an angelic smile replacing the once natorious ones. The ice maker couldn't help but meet the scene before him with an affectionate gaze.
Seemingly out of nowhere a squeal erupted the peaceful trance that had ignited between the two, followed by another rambunctious, "you two are such a cute couple!" The comment caused a slight pink to dust over the raven's cheeks, that could have been easily mistaken for the the cold, while a dark ruby spread over his counterparts features, dusting from the bridge of his nose to the peaks of his ears. The ice maker couldn't help but gawk at the two females that had embraced the other in an attempt to bombard the men before them. The raven could only mumble out a slight "thank you" while the other had tried to hide behind the collar of his waist coat, tugging at the fabric to try and hide his flushed features, after initially reaching for the usual comfort of his scarf, only to firmly grasp cold hair. "W-We should get going now," the pinkette paused, he relayed an unease, his embarrassment taking the best of him. "Before happy catches a cold," his soft voice was almost unheard through the ravens ears. The said ice maker could only relay a quick response of agreement before the rosette swaddled the exceede in his arms once more, lowering his temperature to not overwhelm the small bundle in his arms. As if to put on a show, the raven through his arms across the slayer's shoulders, before pulling him in closer to his icy grasp, causing the girls to squeal in the background and the man before to produce warm, small puffs of smoke form atop the gorgeous salmon that sported his head.
