Foreign Kids Oneshots

Pipbert

This is for two v v v special people hehe

Pip never liked parties that much. All of the flashing lights, the loud music, the intoxicated teenagers running around and doing puerile things. More specifically, breaking things.
Shocked and frightened, he jumped when he'd heard a glass shatter below his feet, instinctively taking a step back to keep himself out of harms way.

Whilst doing so, he just happened to have bumped in to another, immediately turning back to the tall gentlemen, dressed up a bit much for the occasion, in a fancy suit and all. 

" Ah, Herbert! " 

Pip would greet his with enthusiasm, even offering a small wave and smile to him as he turned around, meeting face-to-face.

" Pip! " He'd grin, taking the hand of the shorter blonde. " It's nice seeing you, especially with all of this,, " He paused, his eyes darting around the room, and ending up landing on a familiar blonde, one who he could only recognize as his dear cousin, Estella, and a ravenette with sharp fangs, the host of the party, Damien Thorn.
The two seemed to be discussing, or at each others throat-as always-, but no matter what they were doing, he wouldn't intervene.
" Ruckus. What say we get out of here? I'm sure that Damien wouldn't mind if we popped out for a moment. "

Pip looked around at the bright lights, the dancing, drunk teens, and reluctantly, towards Damien, who he had been watching for a little while now, before his attention was torn back towards Pocket.

" I'm sure of it. We'd best be on our way then, before it gets too late, shall we not? "

Pip held out his hand to the taller gentleman, who gratefully took it. And with that, both men headed out to the streets, the silence only disrupted by the gentle blaring of music in the background. 

" Where are we going? " The shorter of the two would ask, looking up as he let his hand slip out of the gentle grasp.

" The park; it's very nice at the night time. "

Pip would nod in agreement, looking both ways before he crossed the road.

" Yes, very much so. " 

" Is there anything else you'd like to do? "

" Only spend time with you. "

Pocket could feel his face heat up at that statement, his smile only brightening in return as he followed Pip across the road, down the street, and eventually, to the park, their short walk filled with all kinds of chatter.

" Do you like the school you go to? "

Pocket would as this as he led Pip over to the swings, both of them sitting and holding onto the chains. While Pip pushed his feet off of the ground and pushed himself back and fourth, Pocket remained swinging softly as a result of the cold winds of the night.

" Oh, lots! Me and the other children love to play together, Like how I and Estella did when we were childhood sweethearts; I remember that fondly. We loved to play this game, 'Hit the blonde boy over the head with a log', as we do now at school! "

Pocket listened as Pip swung himself back and fourth, lifting his feet in the air every time he went up.

" You know you mustn't let them treat you like they do, do you not? "

Pocket was very clearly concerned for his friends well-being, and more importantly, if he had and head injuries. He stood, stepping in front of Pips swing and holding onto the metal chains, halting the swinging. 

" Oh of course! What is it that you need, love? "

Pocket got on his knees to meet eye-to-eye with Pip, gently taking his warm hands in his own and holding them close, almost protectively.

" You're much more precious than that. You're not to be subjected to such violence. "

Pip nodded, laughing quietly as he raised a hand to Pockets cheek, cupping his face and gently running his thumb over his cheek.

" I know, love. "

" You must. You're very lovely. "

Pocket returned the smile that Pip offered, before leaning in and resting his forehead on Pips, both seeming to accept the comfortable position. Their eyes, both beautiful bye orbs, locked onto each other, holding one another in a loving gaze.

" You're so beautiful. "

" As are you, my dear. "

After a quiet moment, Pip leaned in and gently pressed his soft, warm lips against Pockets, bridging the gap between them. Pocket returned the kiss, running a hand through Pips hair.
It didn't last too long before Pip pulled away, and with the hand of Pocket, stood up from the swing. Pocket got off of the ground and brushed off his trousers.

" We'd best be headed back. Don't want anyone getting too worried now, do we? "

" Not at all. "

Pip nodded, and, hand-in-hand, both headed back towards the house.