Maybe, maybe not.

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Characters: Lucy & Sougo.
Location: Casualty Communal, Lucy's room.
Rating: PG-PG-13 for S&M.
Time: After Sougo's network post/demand here.
Description: So he's going on a mission and though she's filled to the brim with mixed feelings, she wants to send him off with a smile ... and cocoa.

Lucy placed two cups of hot cocoa down on the table, blowing on the tips of her fingers to get rid of the heat that was left clinging to them. Heading towards the fridge, she pulled out some whipped cream, absent-mindedly placing them on the counter next to the cups before closing the fridge with her foot. “So I only need to add this…” and she scanned the room momentarily, before the sprinkles came within sight, “and that!”

She skipped over towards it, quickly taking it from the table and sparing a glance towards the clock feature on her communicator. Thinking it was about time, she made her way back to the kitchen, sprinkles in hand and completely ready to add the finishing touches.

Sougo did say she was the best at it (actually, he just said he did it better, but skewing one or two facts didn’t hurt, right), after all and she wasn’t going to disappoint.

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That was, Lucy had to admit, sort of embarrassing.

“I do not need a bib!” She grabbed another napkin, cleaning off her nose before offering a scowl. “And didn’t you just do the same thing!?!” Lucy walked over to the trash can, tossing in her napkins before reaching into a nearby drawer to pull out a spoon. She mixes her drink slowly, looking at him occasionally from a side-glance.

Once she's done, she puts her spoon in the sink.

“So is cocoa really all you need?”

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Sougo looked over at her thoughtfully then studied his frothy cocoa before responding, "I came by to see you." An awkward pause. "Before I go." Another awkward pause. "Since it might be a while." Or...permanently if things went bad. His eyes flickered toward her again to take in her reaction to the words before he did what he usually did and offered an insult so that anything nice or touching that may have come out of his mouth was instantly negated.

"After all, you're pretty fun to make fun of. You always get so loud and make the best faces. It's almost as entertaining as Hijikata-san. I won't have either of you there to kill the boredom..." there was a thoughtful pause. "But I think Katsura's going so I can always target him. Ah. And by the way, Lucy -- I won our little bet."

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Sougo, unfortunately, already had her at the phrase “I wanted to see you.” From that point on, it felt like she was watching a silent film, where nothing really substantial seemed to filter through her ears anymore. But, she did her best to stay as focused on his words, even reading lips in the process.

Except, the only names she could make out were “Hijikata” and “Katsura,” to which she naturally cringed in response (she had an idea of what he was saying now, at least). Oh, Sougo...

“I’m glad that you came, though.” Because even if she didn’t know what to say, she wanted to at least offer some sort of spiritual backing. “Though, I doubt you’ll be very careful, I trust you to-“

And her words were abruptly cut off at the sentence - “I won our little bet.” She put her cup down, placing her head into her hands. There were so many things she wanted to say in return, but it all fell out of place and so she fell back on denying it in her head a million times over.

“This can’t be happening!"

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Sougo leaned back, looking toward her casually, "So I expect you to be ready to greet me when I get back in your full M costume and collar." He fished in his pocket and pulled out a magizine page that he'd ripped out. There was a large cicle around something similar to this (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOuIi2Zj_nc/Tc3dfSQ2ilI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cdd_lT-8p2g/s1600/anime+girl+wallpaper+swim+suit+bikini+lucy+heartfilia+fairy+tail.jpg). The page was offered in her direction. "You can order the size that's most comfortable for you. But for that whole day, you belong to me and there's no getting out of it either."

He brought his cup to his lips and sipped the beverage as though this was completely casual conversation -- even normal. "Fortunately, you're an M so you'll probably enjoy yourself anyway."

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Lucy takes the page from his hand and looks down at it, making a face. She takes in a deep, slightly irritated breath before folding it in her hands and pushing it against his chest.

“As if I’d wear that for you!” Except, she realizes she has no real options and that, really, depending on the situation and season – they weren’t so different from what she normally wore. She takes on a more conflicted expression while taking in the rest of his speech, deciding on what to say next or if she should just give in to her inevitable loss (and maybe there was a small – extremely small - part of her that debated if she should feel flattered or not. ... and maybe conclusively decided "yes").

And because rationalizing this was truly beyond her, she did the only thing she could: "Don't say things like that!"

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Sougo didn't make any moves to take the page back. As a matter of fact, he held his arms around in a clear avoidance of this. "I think you missed the part where you don't have much of a choice. Slave for a day -- do I have to remind you of what that entails? You should feel happy that I'm being generous enough to wait until after we get back. I could make you mine today..."

He flashed her a brief smirk over the brim of his cup.

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Lucy held the folded paper there a while longer before dropping her hand in defeat. She crumpled it a little in her hands before shaking her head.

He was right and no matter how many times she’d try to deny it or get around it… And no matter how many “are you serious?”/”you’re disgusting” looks she put on her face.

“Fine, I understand. I just have to go along with your plans, right?"

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"Right," he gave a simple nod, bringing his arm up to rest on the back of the chair. "Don't worry, I won't make you do anything weird." Though his definition of weird and normal society's may have differed....greatly. After all, Sougo thought it was completely normal to escort his date on a leash. He polished off his drink before setting it down on the table.

"Thanks for the cocoa."

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“Well, if that’s all…” her voice trailed off as she thoughtfully looked over at the crumpled paper in her hand. Everything that came out of Sougo’s mouth struck Lucy as … infinitely doubtful, but she supposed it was inevitably part of his … character traits or whatever he mentioned before. Or something.

She perked up at his thanks, a little surprised before replying with a fairly pleased smile, "you're welcome, Sougo." There was a pause before she added, "and I'll make it for you again. You know, after you come back from your mission."

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There was a small quirk of his lips after her offer. She really was a nice girl -- a nice, easily manipulated girl. And to be honest, Sougo wasn't used to having that in his life. Mostly the girls were spineless or....Kagura. Or his sister. And Lucy seemed to have a lot of his sister's traits which made him attach himself to her...but at the same time her own differences that attracted him as well. Idly, he wondered if he was using her as a grieving tool to get over Mitsuba's death.

He approached Lucy, standing in front of her. This was goodbye for a little while, right? And he didn't know what to say. He'd walked over with the intention of hugging her, but now that he got there it seemed a bit awkward. This wasn't in the context of their date. No holiday magic or festival festivities were in the works to propel actions forward -- so Sougo was stuck.

He reached upward -- giving her a little ruffle to her hair (good M, good M), "I'm counting on it. Don't disappoint me, alright?"

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The awkwardness was, without doubt, contagious and Lucy could definitely feel it now.

Honestly, it’d be a lie to say she wasn’t worried or concerned about the entire thing. Or that she’d like to push her point further or even that she wanted a promise or two out of him, whether casually made or not. But, somehow, at the same time, she realized she didn’t need any of that. After all, her trust in him went without saying.

She shyly ducked her head a little in response, “Of course not! … I’ll definitely include more blue ones next time, too!” Then there was a smile (and maybe a raised hand, smoothing out her hair), “you too, work hard, Sougo. I’ll be cheering you on.”

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"You better be pretty loud. Europe's far away. I'll have a hard time hearing you otherwise." He shoved his hand in the pocket of his slacks, abandoning the idea of the hug. Things were easier like this. Less complicated, anyway. Sougo turned away from her.

"But your default is pretty loud -- so imagine how much more noisy you can be if you actually try," he had faith in her to withhold her end as well. He didn't turn back around, simply offered a single handed wave before making his way to the door.