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"Do you want to get ice pops?" you ask, looking up from your phone to see a pair of blue eyes before you.
"Perhaps," he pauses for a moment. "I could use a break."
It was a hot Sunday afternoon, and you were hanging out with Azul in the VIP Lounge to evade the heat. While he was working on some documents, you kept him company as you mindlessly scrolled on Magicam.
The idea of popsicles came from a conversation you had with Ruggie yesterday when you were helping Leona set up supplies for the Spelldrive team. You and Ruggie were talking about sweets, and besides doughnuts, he liked the occasional popsicle. He said that he specifically liked the ones that Sam sold from the Mystery Shop, especially the strawberry and blueberry ones.
"Really? You’re willing to take a break from your work?"
He sighs. "Everyone needs the occasional break from such dreadful work," he says, putting his pen down. "Besides, how could I say no to you?" He says it with a smirk on his face.
You and Azul are in an interesting relationship, to say the least. You both became friends last year, and as you both got closer, you started to flirt with one another. At first, it was a casual compliment, but over the past couple of months, it has become more intense. He would tease you often, move closer to you if you both were sitting near each other, and became more touchy. But you didn't mind in the slightest.
"You can’t," you smile, "come one, let’s head over to Sam’s shop; he sells them there."
Azul sighs "It’s hot outside, is it not? You really want to walk all the way over there?"
"Are you willing to let me fly us over there?"
The silence was loud, to say the least.
The two of you walk over to the shop, talking about your conversation with Ruggie and the shop itself. The topic of its outrageous prices came up, especially when it came to supplies. Although Sam was a good man, his prices could be a little steep sometimes, but it’s not like Azul could talk.
You head over to the shop, walk up the small steps, and open the door. Sam smiles at the sight of the two of you and welcomes you in.
"What can I do for you, imps?"
"Can I have one strawberry popsicle, and..."
You look over to Azul,
"A blueberry popsicle. That’s the one Ruggie suggested, right?"
"Mhm!"
Sam nods and rummages through what you assume is a cooler behind the counter. He pulls out two white popsicle bags and hands them over to you.
"Will that be all, little imp?"
Yeah, that’s it; I don’t want to get sucked into another shopping spree here." You laugh. "How much do I owe you?"
"Six even," he says as he presses the mechanical buttons on the cash register.
You were about to pull out your money when Azul got out his card first.
"You can pay me back later," he says with a mischievous tone.
Sam rings you two up, and you start to make your way back to the dorm. As you walk, you open up your popsicle. It was one of the bar-shaped ones, and you could clearly see chunks of fruit. Even though you had just taken it out, it had started to melt slightly, staining your fingers. You sigh at the sight and start to eat it.
"So, what do I owe you, Mr.Ashengrotto?" you ask playfully.
You notice that Azul has started eating his popsicle too; he turns his head quickly in your direction, seemingly shocked at what you called him. A blush creeps across his face.
"That’s not for you to know just yet," he smirks.
Oh, come on, don’t be like that! You know I don’t like secrets."
"Like I said, you will find out soon."
You sigh dramatically and put your popsicle back in your mouth. As the two of you continue to walk, you talk about the little things. You watched Azul smile happily when talking about the things in his life: getting a new coin in his collection, beating Idia in a game, taste-testing new things for the menu... This side of him was always nice to see, especially since you were one of the special people who got to see it. You were happy to be someone he could be "normal" around.
As you two walked over, you both became closer to each other unknowingly, until your hands brushed against one another. However, neither of you moved away.
A small silence fell over the conversation, but you quickly dismissed it.
You grabbed his hand and continued walking. Azul didn’t object in the slightest.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" you giggled.
"No," he says calmly, though his blush betrays him.
The two of you continued to walk rather than go back into the school. It had started to cool off as the sun started to set. You led Azul to the woods behind the school, where the ancient tree was.
Azul looked at you quizzically as he saw the ginormous tree before him.
"What are we doing here?"
Without answering him, you let go of his hand and started to run up the hill. Azul sighed as he saw you. He unwillingly ran behind you until the both of you made it up the hill.
"You better have a good reason for making me run up here!" he said out of breath.
"I do!" You say, equally breathless.
You grabbed him by the arm and made him sit down with you on the grass. The view in front of you was spectacular. The vibrant, beautiful colors painted the sky. The golden sun shined brightly against the fading blue. Gorgeous magenta and deep purple danced as the deep black crept upon them.
"Sunsets are one of the many beautiful things about the terrestrial world that I never thought too much of."
You looked at him intently as he spoke.
"I know how you can pay me back."
"I thought I just did?" you laugh. "How can I pay you back?"
He didn’t answer; rather, he leaned in closer to you. His face was so close to yours, it startled you for a moment. His gaze softens, and a soft smile spreads across his lips. He tilts his head to the side and leans in a little closer; his gaze moves, locked on your lips. He places one hand on the ground beside you and the other on top of your hand.
"Cat got your tongue?" he whispered.
His lips meet yours, and a warm feeling washes over you. His soft lips were gentle and tender, but still filled with desire. You place your free hand on his cheek, pulling him slightly closer.
He pulls away out of breath and looks into your eyes, a blush across his face. You smile at the sight.
"Did I pay you back in full?" you chuckle.
"Hmm." He pauses, looking at your lips. "Not quite."
He moved on top of you and placed his hands on your waist. Before he could kiss you again, he felt something sticky. He grabbed it and sighed as he moved off of you.
"You didn’t throw out your popsicle wrapper?" He questions playfully.
"I didn’t see a trash can!"
"So, you put it in the band of your skirt?" He chuckles.
"Blame Crowley, these skirts don't have pockets!"