His smile broadens when she agrees to kiss the lizard, and he swiftly pulls out his phone to snap a picture of her once she lifts it up in her palms, taking quite a few more shots than necessary to make sure he could get a good one for his wallpaper later. Giggling wildly, he takes the lizard from her to keep in his lap. “Thanks, cutie. He says he’s feeling a lot better now.” He scrolls through the pictures he’s taken, choosing his favorite for the background. “Would you mind getting a kiss from a giant reptilian humanoid, now?”
Gun takes a strand of her hair, tucks it behind her ear as he leans in to give her a kiss, a gentle peck that lasts for much less time than he’d hoped to have, but there is still a lizard scrabbling around on his thighs. “I’m gonna put him away now. I just wanted to give them all a break from eachother because he and George Michael have been acting weird to eachother and fighting.”
She didn’t even notice the cellphone he raised up beside her head, her eyes closed the entire time until she was shielded by his throat; it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought, but also not something she planned on doing too much. Tilting her head, she let him take the nearly translucent lizard from her arm before moving and subtly rubbing at her lips with the back of her hand. “You have an interesting form of communication with them,” she murmured, pulling her head away to open her eyes and look at the lizard settled on his pale thigh, the faint trail of some of her lip gloss on the top of its body. “Oops,” she breathed out, reaching a finger down and gently swiping the sheen of gloss off before looking up at the other.
There’s a moment of silence from her as he reached to tuck a lock of her hair away from her face, and the corner of Ishiko’s lips turned up into a tiny smile as he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. As he pulled away she nodded, reaching up to ruffle his hair while he untangled himself and got out of the bed. “That’s odd, I thought they all liked each other... Maybe they’ll sort it out, hm?” Her gaze was on him as he climbed out of bed and headed out to his room, before she set the rest of her magazines on her nightstand and pulled the blankets up to cover her legs. “Hey,” she called out, turning her head toward her doorway, “you’re coming back here, right?”











