Jul 29, 2017
canary + amane @ beach for three sentence fic
“You know, I’m pretty short...” Canary says, tiptoeing to look her girlfriend directly in the eyes, a playful smirk on her face. “Are you sure you want me on your team at volleyball?”
“O-obviously,” Amane says, her face red, and Canary can’t help but stifle a giggle at her typically serious, earnest expression, “you’re the best athlete I know, why wouldn’t I team up with you?”
(Somewhere in the background, she hears Alluka excitedly yelling, “Hey, big brother, bury me in the sand!”)
