Imagine: Kraglin getting paintball guns so that you two can have a real date.
Kraglin comes walking around the corner with two guns in his hands.
"What are those for?" You ask.
"They are for our date tonight." He replied shyly.
"Date, huh? Okay."
His face lights up. "Really? I thought for sure you'd say no."
"If you want me to say no then-"
"No!" He yelled.
You laughed at the ridiculous look on his face. "Okay. So what are we going to be doing?"
"Paint balling." He said with a smile.
Being from Florida on Earth, you knew what paintball guns were and how fun they could be.
"Kraglin, have you ever played paintball?"
"No. Why? Have you?"
"Yup. Many times." You winked.
He scoffed. "Okay. Well, let's see how good of a shot you actually are."
"It's a date."
About two hours later Kraglin knocked on your door and led you to a private room before handing you one of the guns.
You ran and hid behind a large couch. You couldn't see Kraglin anywhere.
He popped up at the same time as you and you both shot each other in the chest, leaving green and blue paint on each other.
"Damn."
"Kraglin, what do you want to do after this?" You said in a flirty tone.
"Stop trying to distract me. It's not gonna work, Y/N."
"Oh, I think it will."
You both popped up again and you shot him with a pink paintball. You ducked and ran while he wasn't looking and crouched down on the other side of what he was hiding under. You peeked up with your gun and shot him as soon as he popped his head up.
"What the hell, Y/N?"
You giggled and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "So. What are we gonna do now?"
