Espresso

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Reborn was swimming in the metaphorical ocean of what was his boiling rage.

Not only was he at some random dump of a bar waiting for someone- and imagine him the 'Great Reborn' having to actually wait- he had come to the realization that he had a desire. One that was not entirely in the realm of decency.

It was that slow cow's fault. It always was.

"Reborn!" He ignored the fact that he had tensed at all upon hearing the sweetly irritating tempo of Lambo. Sipping his homemade expresso he chose to snub the man, turning from him as he sat on the stool to his left.

"Eh? Ignoring me like that... even though you agreed to come with me." It pained Reborn to know that he knew without even looking what Lambo's expression would be. His right eye would be closed and long lashes would brush lightly onto his smooth cheek. His bottom lip would be slightly pushed out, quivering as he tried not to cry like he always did.

Reborn held back the immense urge to smack himself. He would be nice today. Even if it gave him the cow's stupidity, he would be nice.

Right away he regretted looking at Lambo, the man had shown him the brightest smile as soon as he had turned towards him.

And the rosey cheeks... he was, dare he even think it, cute.

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- A little drabble, I'm in the mood for unwarranted romance. Hope you enjoyed.