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Taco always had the cutest habit of writing little letters to Mic. Whether they were because Mic was feeling down, she herself was feeling down, or sometimes when she simply wanted to tell her girlfriend how much she loved her but she couldn’t quite form the words aloud.
And Mic kept every single one, her favorites were even laminated.
Mic was quietly humming to herself when Taco tapped on her shoulder, “Sup?”
Without a word Taco silently ducked her head and handed Microphone a neatly folded note.
“Oooo~ Another one? Are you feeling alright?” Microphone jokingly checked Taco’s temperature with her hand, “Nope, that can’t be it. I guess you’re just going soft on me.”
“Just shut up and read it.” Taco scowled.
“Okay, alright, chill down,” Microphone giggled before rustling her girlfriend’s pristinely kempt hair.
“Microphone! Do you know how long it took me to-“
“Like thirty seconds? You legit put your head in the sink, turned the water on for like three milliseconds then loudly announced you were ready to go.” Mic shrugged, recollecting that morning’s events.
“Whatever-“
“I mean, you barely even try, perfect is literally your hair’s default position!” Mic waved her arms around, attempting to emphasize her point.
“Just read the god damned letter!” Taco jokingly yelled.
“‘Kay”
‘I believe that it is high-time that you realised how much I love you.’
Mic stopped reading, opting to agitate Taco over an error she had made.
“Ohhhh Taco, honey cake, fruit pie~”
“Mi Amor, por favor detiene” Taco mumbled, annoyed.
“The fuck?”
“See my point?”
“Nope! Not at all” Mic smiled enthusiastically.
Taco sighed before continuing, “We need to communicate using words the other understands, and whatever the hell you just let fumble from your vocal cords, were words I couldn’t possibly /attempt/ to comprehend. Now, what did you want?”
Mic rolled her eyes, “Well… you made a spelling mistake.”
Taco jumped from aloof to surprised and almost scared in an instant, “What? No, that isn’t /possible/ Mic! I spell checked it sixteen times!”
Mic patted the top of Taco’s head, “Realized is spelt with a ‘Z’”
“No it isn’t!” Taco protested, “It’s an ‘S’. It’s always been an ‘S’!”
“No it’s definitely ‘Z’”
“So help me, I will release all of your isopods.”
Mic stared at Taco, “Woah, woah, woah. No way in hell you would do that… right? Yeah, you wouldn’t dare.”
Taco stared back with determination but eventually caved, “You’re right, I wouldn’t. You love those stupid little creatures more than anything.”
Mic jokingly scoffed, “They aren’t stupid, Taco. Unless that was ‘stupid’ with love, which then, yes, they are stupid.”
“Whatever floats your boat dear” Taco sighed.
“I need as much floatation as I can get” She shrugged, “Seeing as I can't swim and everything.”
“Are you aware how easy it would be for me to murder you and stage it as an accident with this information?” Taco grinned, straightening her bow tie.
“Uhm- no?” Mic looked around a bit nervously, “I would hope you loved me enough to /not/ plan my murder”
Taco shrugged, “I wouldn’t /purposefully/ plan your murder.”
“HOW DO YOU /ACCIDENTLY/ PLAN A MURDER?”
“It’s easy, my subconscious does it,” Taco tapped her head for emphasis, “Neat little trick really. Picks up any and all weak points or potentially useful information and stores it for later. And sometimes it’ll put together stories of murder plans so I can remember the information better!” She was enjoying rambling about her admittedly impressive but somewhat concerning thought process, much to Mic’s dismay.
“Ooookay… remind me to not get on your bad side.” Mic chuckled.
“Well then, admit realise is spelt with an ‘S’!”
“Nuh-uh” Mic stuck her tongue out.
Taco giggled slightly, “Put your tongue away or it’s going in my mouth.”
Mic started choking on nothing but pure shock, Taco reveled in her accomplishment for a second or two before checking on her girlfriend.
“I’m good” Mic wiped her eyes and finger-gunned.
Taco groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, after a moment she held out her hand, “Agree to disagree?”
Mic completed the handshake, “Works for me fruitcake.”
“I hate that I love you” Taco overdramatically sighed.
“I love the fact that you’re lying to yourself.” Mic kissed Taco’s forehead.
“I still have a planned murder fresh in my mind, Microphone.”
“Oh no, the five-foot-even British person is threatening me!”
“Shut up” Taco humorously breathed.
“Ouch! That hurt, I might have to kiss her.” Mic put her hands over her chest.
“You know Mic if you were aiming to clench at your, supposedly broken, heart it’s on the left.”
“I never paid attention to health class, I’m not sure if you noticed…” Mic deadpanned
“Hm- you're quite pretty, shame that you’re with someone”
“Taco, are you all there or~?”
“Sorry, I was just reminding myself how lucky I am to have you.”
“Oh-“ Microphone blushed.
“Here, have this” Taco handed her half of a lemon, the other half was in Taco’s possession.
“Where’d this come from?” Microphone questioned.
“Y’know the lemon seed I planted waaaay back, it’s finally started producing lemons”
“Oh, cool”