Choose your fighter
Kanene: I thought it was going to be a fun idea, so have a kind of different mini fic, today! ^w^)/
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"Patton..." The called stared him with his big, wide sky-blue eyes, as if they could hypnotize his gaze far from his hand approaching inch by inch to the so wished target "Patton, I'm not telling it twice: Get away from these cookies."
"What cookie?" His hand caught the aforementioned with a firm grip, a naive smile painting his face.
"Patton..." Roman approached one step to the other form, narrowing his eyes as his friend pulled the sweet dangerously close to his mouth in an act that, if Roman didn't know well who Patton was, could be seem as threatening. "Patton, if you eat this cookie you know what I will have to do. Our friendship may be strong and one of the best things that happened in my entire life..." He couldn't help but let the feelings take over his words, especially when Patton looked at him, wide eyes flickering between the bakery's owner and the delicious treat on his fingers, a glimpse of understanding in his eyes. "But it can't get admist me and my duty."
"Roman..." Their gaze met, Patton used his free hand to wipe a tear under the hem of his glasses. "Roman, I..."
"It's not the end." The sentence cut hopefully the other's words. "You can still make the right choice, Patton. I believe in you."
Patton smiled, his pupils gleaming, lightly nodding, the movement leading his friends to relax, relief taking over his expression.
Roman extended his arm, an act of trust, of care, of peace. The employee lowered the cookie an act of...-
Before quickly shoving it into his mouth.
Oh, never mind.
The time has arrived. Choose your fighter:
[~*~]Roman [~*~]Patton