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"How about… darling?"
"Call me that and I'll cut off your tongue."
Baiken put her sake down on the bar counter with a little more force than she had anticipated. A slightly tipsy Anji was sitting by her side, resting his head on his hand, elbow propped up on the flat surface of the counter as he listed off pet names. Their relationship was a sort of open secret- they'd never be up front about in in public due to Baiken's dislike towards PDA- but due to Anji's being a lightweight and Baiken's want to go for a drink that night, a different side was seen of the both of them.
"Hm… what about honey? I think it suits you~"
"Absolutely not."
"Pumpkin?"
"Never."
"C'mon!" The dancer outstretched his hands, his actions clearly being exagerrated by the influence of substances. "There has to be something that suits you!"
Baiken rolled her eye. "Whatever. Not like you'll let up on this, considerin' the state you're in." She took another sip. "You're right! What else… ah! How about dear? Something simple like that's not too noticable!" Anji smiled, proud of his idea.
"You already call me that whether I like it or not. I'm surprised you don't think it's too basic." She said, turning to face ahead. "You're right, you're right. Sweetheart's pretty good, kinda old fashioned though… Sweetie? I don't know…" He trailed off, lost in thought.
"...When you think of something… don't make it too cheesy or whatever." Sighing, the swordswoman took another taste from her drink, almost at the bottom of her cup (though clearly it didn't affect her).
"Aww~! So you really do care about this!" Anji smiled. "I don't! I just… don't want you to call me something stupid in front of other people." She looked away, slightly flustered. That was something he didn't see often, so Anji made sure to drink up the sight as much as he could. After a bit, he smiled. "Ok, baby~"
"Baby? Seriously? That was the best you could come up with?"
"Mhm! It fits you and I'm totally calling you it now~"
"...Fine."