A lovely grumpy Pet

"I dunno... Maybe...", He replied, shivering slightly, as he observed him quietly.

"...and you prefer meeeeeen" he said as if he needed to suddenly speak out something obvious.

"Yes, I do", he replied, frowning slightly, before grinning quietly.

"...mhh, I always thought nothing is as soft and nice as a pair of boobs... but your shoulder is alright too" he chuckled, snuggling against him.

Lucy sighed quietly and nodded, before hugging him tightly, holding him quietly, closing his eyes.

"...tired?" he wondered, enjoying the warmth between them. He was probably more drunk than he let show.

"Nah, rather exhausted", he admitted, opening up his eyes again, carressing his cheek quietly. "You?"

"Warm" he admitted, blushing at Lucy's action. He put a hand over his, pressing it against his cheek, sighing. "Why are you so nice to me...?"

"... I don't know...", he mumbled, looking frustrated, but kept carressing his cheek. "You make me angry. I wanna punish you... But... At the same time... you fascinate me... And I wanna keep you, give you all the nice things and just..." He hestitated. "... Just being nice", he lied, frowning quietly.

"...until you lose interest?" The question slipped past his lips before he could stop it. His face twisted into an almost hurt expression for a moment before he just buried his head again Lucy's shoulder again.

Lucy stood calm, not moving an inch. "... Did Florence tell you that...?", he wondered, waiting for a respond, before stroking his head. "This is different... I lost interest, cause they were all the same. Quickly obediant, good servants, even better workers...", he explained. "But you... you're different... And that fascinates me."

"What, you never had a tough and scruffy one like me before?" he asked a bit surprised, looking up at him again. "...Kind of felt like you're used to punish someone close enough to breaking them" he said , his tongue heavy from the alc, his eyes a bit dazed.

"I am... But the others gave up way sooner... But you...", he mumbled, staring back at him, observing every little detail on his face.

"I keep on being an insufferable back-fighting idiot?" he tried to help out, cracking a bit looking crooked smile. "Guess I better fit for a cat than a dog, huh? Because, you know... I can be nice and 'obeying'. If I feel like it." He shrugged, hiccuping shortly, before snuggling closer to Lucy again.

"A cat... Hmm... I like the sound of that", he chuckled, nuzzling him, softly kissing his forehead. He thought about it, thinking of him being like a cat... And maybe that was what he needed...

Suddenly he papped a hand against Lucy's face, staring at him. "...in that case the cat wants another beer" he announced before smiling jokingly, now being the one to caress Lucy's cheek. Even though his movements weren't that coordinated anymore they still worked somehow.

"The cat shall have another beer." He called for Florence, who brought more beer, putting it down on Bandit's side of the bed.

He stretched triumphaly before he sat up, thanking Florence (which was... a weird thing for Bandit) and taking the beer to drink from it. His body protested tough and even when the pain was bearable it was still surprising Bandit, spilling some of the beer over his shirt. He groaned before he emptied the beer and taking off the shirt afterwards, just dropping it next to the bed before he lt himself fall back next to Lucy again.

Lucy thanked Florence as well, before he left, looking back at Bandit then, blushing softly, before stroking his head. "Is the cat happy now?"

"I guess it does." He sighed, closing his eyes. "I'm still feeling warm..."

"It's probably the alc", he leaned over him, checking his face, before he grinned. "... How much did you even drink?"

"...with that one... ...definitely more than six...?" He opened his eyes to count them on his fingers but instead stared at Lucy being so close, blushing deeply.

"Then you're definitely drunk", he added, grinning down at him. His face was calm and soft for once, smiling back at him in happiness.

"I... I'm pretty sure I'm not" Bandit tried to protest but it was a weak protest and the war had already been won by the probably most breathtaking smile he had ever seen.

"Yes, you are. You can't even fight properly back", he countered, chuckling, his hand running through Bandit's hair.