"Don't be mean! I'm just trying to love you!"
(thanks for the ask! s2g these keep getting sillier and sillier)
“So, will you guys be okay sharing a bed in the hotel?” Marie asked, tapping away on her phone. “I mean, I didn’t think it would be much of a problem, but I figured I should at least ask fir–”
“Sure! Yeah, that’s–”
“On! One condition…” Pearl deflated a little when Marina cut her off. “No cold fingers.”
Marie frowned, confused, but Callie put a hand on her shoulder.
“Just, let them take care of it. I’ve learned not to question this kind of stuff from them, and soon you will too.” Callie reassured.
“Look who’s miss know-it-all now, huh?” Marie smirked.
“What do you mean, cold fingers? Why is that the condition?” Pearl replied indignantly.
“Because! Every time we cuddle in bed your fingers are like frozen sausages! It’s uncomfortable, and when you stick your hands under my shirt it’s not exactly like I’m expecting italways, so I’ll obviously make some kind of noise, and then you‘ll get angry because you get cranky when you’re low on sleep–”
“Wanna get something to eat?” Callie asked Marie. “They should be done when we get back.”
“Sounds good,” Marie turned to Off the Hook. “Alright, guys, we’re stepping out for a bit.”
“–and I could wake them up too!” Marina waved in the direction of Callie and Marie. “And then we’d all be tired and you’d be whiny because–”
“Alright, guys, see you around,” Marie chuckled, and they turned and left.
“You’re so mean! My fingers aren’t like sausages!” Pearl shoved her hands into Marina’s face. “Wanna feel ‘em now? How cold are they now, huh? Huh?”
Marina slapped Pearl’s hands out of her face.”Well I don’t know about now, but those gloves smell awful, they need to be washed!”
“Oh, so now you’re saying I have sweaty hands? What, do you have a thing against sweaty cold hands?”
“Yes!”
“That’s mean! You’re mean! I just wanna cuddle with my weird girlfriend, is that so wrong?”
“It is when you have ice blocks for hands!”
“I’m just trying to love you!” Pearl shouted.
“Then at least hold something warm for once!” Marina shouted back.
Pearl stalled in her retort. “Something… warm? What did you have in mind?”
Marina narrowed her eyes. “Hmm… well, a mug of tea, or a bowl of soup, or…”
“Or… word on the street is you got some warm hands i could hold…”
A blush colored Marina’s cheeks. She huffed a breath out her nose. “You suck.”
Pearl smirked. “Only when it matters…”
Marina nodded to the gloves. “Take them off.” Pearl complied, and Marina leaned over the table, resting on her elbows and taking both of Pearl’s hands into her own.
“Man, you got some… warm hands,” Pearl added smoothly.
Marina smiled dryly. “Sometimes I wonder why I haven’t throttled you yet.”
“Because you love me?” Pearl batted her eyelashes.
Marina rolled her eyes. “… I do.”
“You were right,” Marie elbowed Callie at the counter in the bakery, watching out the window. “They did sort it out…”
“See what good happens when you listen to the master sensei?” Callie put a hand to her chest.
“So humble,” Marie smirked.
a/n:writing callie and marie is fun, i dont do it as often as i should…
