Bickslow had either already done something, or he was planning on doing something. It was clear in the mischievous grin that had greeted Freed that morning when he woke to the unusual sight of his partner being up before him, and in the way he had watched Freed like a hawk as the younger man had got up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. It had left him feeling on edge, because he knew that there was no way of knowing what the older man could get up to when he was in that kind of mood, and he wondered whether he could be really mean and foist his boyfriend off on one of the others for the day in the hopes of escaping whatever he had planned. He was contemplating that plan as he stepped into the shower, grumbling as he managed to drop the shower gel in his distraction and leaning down to get it, only to freeze as he was greeted by the sight of bright pink nail polish covering his toenails and for a minute all he could do was stare at them.
“BICKSLOW!”
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Fairytail Drabbles
RandomA collection of 5 Sentence Drabbles - a mix of fluff, angst, romance and everything in-between. The Ships/characters involved are written in the chapter titles.
