Vendetta was a little shy at first, and he was just talking and talking and she had no idea what he was saying, something about dolphins or whatever, but cutting him off with a kiss was the last thing she wanted to do, so she waited until his story was over before leaning in and kissing him softly. “Hey, um, by the way…I have no idea what you were just talking about.”
“Apparently a lot of people look up to her, but she’s really not all that cool. If you lived with her, you’d understand why." He chuckled a bit. "Nah, I’ve never seen one. It’s kind of like they’re a mystical creature or something even though I know they’re not.”
"Really? Then you should come to four with me sometime. I know a small part of the beach where they just all swim together. It’s kind of away from the main part though, so it’ll probably just be you and me there. I don’t think many people know about it.” Vendetta told him with a smile. “They’re awesome. Swimming with them is even cooler.”
Once she walked off to the bathroom, he began rummaging through her closest, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he tried to find the best combination of things to prove his point. Throwing the clothes his picked out on her bed, he smiled victoriously as he realized that what he put together really wasn’t that bad. “Is this good enough for you?!" He called to her, waiting for her to come in and judge his picks.
She danced back into her bedroom, though deep down she was fearing that he would make her wear something ridiculous. "Wow…” She grinned wide as she noticed what he’d put together. “That’s, honestly, not as bad as I thought it would be. It’s actually kind of cute. I like it!” She walked further into the room and over to her bed. “You may not know how to do make-up, but you sure know how to put together an outfit.”
“You deserved the look. Now pinky swear that you won’t. It’s the only true seal of promise." He grinned playfully.
"I swear.” Vendetta grinned, sticking out her pinky finger. “You better feel special, I wouldn’t normally promise to not punching someone until given permission.”
“No—I mean yes, but no. I just—I don’t let anyone hear me sing." His face was red, and he could literally feel his cheeks burning. "You think I’m good?”
"Ooh, I feel special.” Vendetta laughed, mainly at the redness of his face, but she wasn’t going to admit that. “Of course. You’re really good, actually.”
