@PureImpish “Fine...” She heaved a long sigh of defeat and embraced the younger Pulsian.
“Just... promise to let me know if he ever makes you sad, ok?”
@PureImpish “Hey I’m not Lightning! I’m not being overprotective! I just want the best, toughest, bravest guy for you!”
Fang was already considering having him fight Bahamut to prove his strength.
@PureImpish “I agree that he was a valuable member in our save-the-world journey together. But he still have to prove himself worthy in the Oerba way!” She folded her arms across her chest, totally serious.
@SoulToTheSavior Fang chuckled lightly at the ex-soldier’s attempt to sound tough when her head was resting on her shoulder. So she simply placed a kiss on Lightning’s forehead. That should be enough to tame her sarcasm.
@SoulToTheSavior Thanks to her huntress instinct, Fang was half awaken when she felt a weight on her shoulder and a sweet scent near her. She opened her eyes slightly and closed them again after seeing Lightning on her shoulder, her lips lifted into a smile. “You smell nice.”
@SoulToTheSavior Unbeknown to the soldier, the huntress had already silently fallen asleep in the midst of imagining her in a maid outfit. Her drink was dangerously balancing on her leg that was placed on the tea table, her grasp on the can slipping but still holding on for now.
@SoulToTheSavior The huntress caught the can easily and immediately opened it for a sip. “That I must see. The Savior cleaning the house with a duster.”
She was already chuckling at that funny sight forming in her mind.
@SoulToTheSavior “A house fit for the Savior yeah?” A snort and she took a short walk around casing the pristine house. Spotless and nothing too overly ornate, just like Lightning.
Then instead of checking out the rooms, she just plopped into the couch. “Not bad!”