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"Let's make a pillow fort, it'll be great."
Macbeth had no idea why his girlfriend would suggest something so random when it wasn't even ten in the morning yet. True, she had gotten him to participate in her silly antics a few times before, but mostly he liked to hang back and enjoy watching her do something goofy. Now that they were alone in his apartment, he was hoping that they could relax for a bit.
But she was so insistent that they should do something fun and lighthearted before he went off for his job that coming weekend that he couldn't help but cave to her demands.
Besides, surely this wouldn't last more than an hour or so before she grew bored or he sleepy from being surrounded by so many pillows.
"Alright, just this once Yuki."
"It'll just be a moment bright eyes, gotta grab something from my apartment real quick," Cobra muttered to his girlfriend as his hand reached towards the doorknob. It figured that he'd be the one to forget something just as they were planning on a retreat; luckily Macbeth was no doubt asleep at this time of day, so running in and out would be no problem.
Expect that the moment Cobra opened the door a pillow slammed directly into his face.
With a startled growl he stumbled backward, a wild laugh reaching his ears as he tore the pillow off his face and readied his best death glare to whoever thought that was a good idea.
Inside the apartment was possibly the most amount of pillows Cobra had ever seen at one time, all amassed together to create an impossibly elaborate pillow fort. Standing in the middle of this whole mess was Macbeth, who was still hollering it up as Cobra desperately tried to make sense of it all. He failed, badly. "Macbeth? What the hell?"
Macbeth seemed to calm down for just a second, his red eyes staring at Cobra more intently than he had ever seen his friend look in his entire life. Something very wrong had taken place in this room. Something completely diabolical.
"You should have seen the look on your face! Absolutely priceless! I swear I'm going to remember that look for the rest of my-" Before he could finish, another pillow shot out and clonked him in the back of the head, making him lose his balance and crash down upon the mountain of sheets and pillows below. The moment he fell a white head popped up from where the pillow had been thrown, causing both Cobra and Lucy to stare wider in shock.
"Yukino?"
She giggled nervously. "Sorry about the mess. I suggested to Macbeth that we make a pillow fort and he took it a little...too well." She glanced at Macbeth, who was still lying face-first on the floor, groaning. "Do you guys need anything? I can just grab it real quick-"
"Nope, we're good!" Cobra exclaimed, tossing the pillow back in before practically slamming the door shut. Yukino listened as the two walked away; Cobra loudly talking while the occasional softer voice responded with a laugh. She almost couldn't help but laugh at the strange situation that had just unfolded.
It was definitely a good idea to make that pillow fort.