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Every relationship has flaws. Every single one. Swindler didn’t have many complaints about her boyfriend. Although sometimes there was something...but even then, that was something they worked on...for the most part.
“I’m home!”
“Welcome home, angel.”
Swindler managed to close the door behind her while holding the box of donuts in one hand and her backpack in the other, and Cutthroat popped his head from the kitchen to greet her.
“I brought back the donuts you wanted! I got the ones topped with marshmallow, your favorite.”
Cutthroat beamed, but then his expression quickly turned dark. Oh boy, here we go...
“Thank you...but tell me... Did you know it takes 15 minutes for you to get home from work?”
“Um…”
“And today you took 17 minutes... Do you mind explaining where you were in those two minutes…? Were you perhaps… with someone else?”
At this moment, Cutthroat fully stepped out of the kitchen, showing off the meat-bloodied knife he was holding. Swindler had to resist the urge to groan a little. Didn’t he listen to what she’d just said?
Putting the donut box down on the counter, she found herself saying, “Well, I was picking up donuts...don’t you think that would take some time?”
“Oh!” Cutthroat’s expression brightened once again to the same smile as before, as if nothing happened. “I see! That’s okay then,” he said, wrapping her in a tight hug.
Okay, now I feel a little guilty since Hacker did give me his leftover donuts…
She flinched a little as she felt his hug tighten. “So wait…” Cutthroat’s voice came out dark once again, and Swindler could feel herself rolling her eyes. “....you were with Hacker?”
Hell, did I say that out loud?
“You did. Now mind explaining yourself?” The hug tightened even more.
“We were just talking, we ran into each other at the donut shop. He wanted to vent about some customers who he found even dumber than usual. That’s it. You know we’re friends.”
“Hmm..” Cutthroat started to pout, “I know that he’s not a rival, but that doesn’t stop me from being jealous! Plus,” he pulled out of the hug to look pleadingly at Swindler, “that means he took a few precious moments that you could have spent with me instead.”
“But,” she said, “this also means we have a wonderful dessert for after dinner!”
Finally, it seemed Swindler was in the clear when Cutthroat once again smiled gleefully and started to bounce a little at the thought of sweets. It was actually very cute, if you ignored the bloody knife he was still holding.
“I suppose if Hacker is the one that gives us marshmallow doughnuts, he’s not so bad!”
Every relationship has its flaws, and theirs was no exception. But, that was fine. She loved him, crazy side and all.