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(Just some progress shots) Dork •~=•~=•~=•~=•~=•~=•~=•
You rolled your eyes and gave a low hum of amusement as G wrapped a hand around your waist protectively. You were out and around town on a passive stroll with your boyfriend, and he surely wasn't enjoying the sly and coy looks you were being given by the men around this shady block.
You wrapped an arm around his torso in return, giving a low chuckle as you laid your head against his arm. "Protective now, are we?" You mused. G sucked his teeth, making a 'tsk' noise as a pale yellow blush dusted over his bony cheeks. "I appreciate it." His back straightened with a surge of pride that made you chuckle once more.
G led you through the bad part of (y/h/t) (your home town) and to a quaint little cafe named 'Buds and Bites'. You and he go there often, but only for coffee and maybe a few pastries — but you've never sat down and enjoyed the scenery with your calm and quiet boyfriend.
The wind chimes clanked against each other as G opened the door for you like the true 'gentleman' he was, closing it after he himself stepped in. The lady - whom you've come acquainted with - was a bubbly Finnish young woman by the name of Laika (comment if you get the reference).
Laika's eyes lit up once she saw you two enter. "Will it be the usual to go?"
"Actually, we'll be sitting down. But yes, our usual lunch."
The Finn nodded, calling back the simple order of 'Lunch usual for (Y/N) and G!' To her Swedish girlfriend and their Danish friend behind the stove. Lovise - the Norwegian obsessed with coffee, and ironically the best coffee maker in the cafe - alongside her younger sister, Emy, made the assorted beverages in the back.
You and G waited patiently for your food to be made, your cocky and gruff boyfriend making casual remarks about your appearance in the meantime. You guided him to a nearby booth to sit.
Emy walked out with a tray that held yours and G's food, a hesitance in her steps and a stutter in her speech when she bid you a swell meal, before returning to her smirking sister in the kitchen. You grabbed your food with a smile on your face, shifting in your seat as G slid his tongue out of his mouth, hungrily licking his teeth as he took a bite out of his soft read sandwich.
You gulped, rolling your eyes as a smile stretched itself across your face, a blush dusting across your cheeks as you took a bite out of your lunch (or pastry, I don't care what you eat). With the little pastries you ordered on the side, you fed each other a little bite of your own.
A giggle escaped your lips as G toyed with a piece of the sweet in the hole in his translucent, pale yellow tongue. He was being extremely funny today, in your opinion.
But it wasn't until you got to see the stunned look on his face after you kissed him sweetly, licking the rest of the powdered sugar/jelly off of his teeth that you realised how much of a dork he really is.
