"I am so glad I was unconscious for all of this."
"The freakin’ women of this guild are terrifying when they’re drunk. Geh, how’re you doin’? You had to ‘f drank a shit ton to konk like that."
Her eyes fluttered closed when she felt his fingers on her temples. His gentle pressure almost completely relieved the dull ache in her head. “Thank you, Gajeel. But could you just sit here for a second? I don’t need the water or the sick bag yet…You are comfy and your fingers are like magic…” She mumbled as she rested her head on his leg.
Gajeel gulped down a small lump that formed in his throat but it was replaced by a soft smirk soon enough. "Yer a hopeless lil fairy." he bent down and brushed his lips against her forehead. "And yer too damn cute. I better keep an eye on ya so nobody tries ta steal ya away."








