It was a dark n’ stormy night in the city you resided in, the sky painted with an inky black with absolutely zero stars in sight, which was shocking, considering that you never really got a peaceful, rainy night like this too often. Hell, it’s not like you were mad or anything.. Quite the opposite, and you took it as if it were finally a sign that you had earned a break from all of the chaos in your life.

..But, of course, you knew it wouldn’t last long.

Recently (actually not too recent), around about a year and a half ago, you had started dating this gunslinger, Pico. You had met him in an alleyway, after having bumped into the ginger whilst going to the subway station with those organic cigarettes you always carried around in your pocket. He was distant at first, and I mean really, really distant. It took about roughly a month or two to finally crack his shell.. And once you had done so, Pico had finally begun to realize that you actually.. Weren’t that bad. You were enjoyable company..

And so, here the two of you are now. Together in a (surprisingly) healthy relationship!

Anywho, you were currently lounging on your sofa in the quiet apartment you called home, listening to the sound of pattering rain against the window seals as you savored the rare moment of peace with a look of nothing but pure calm written across your face.. And then, it happened.

Suddenly the sound of knocking interrupted your quiet time, causing you to immediately perk up with a soft grumble, pushing yourself off of the sofa and over to the front door where you finally opened it, revealing Pico, his white, gray-ish colored eyes watching you closely as he stood there, his soaked clothes clinging to his body.

“What’s up?.. Mind letting me in, sweet cheeks?”

He asked with a slight tilt of his head, causing the smallest strand of his ginger colored hair to fall over his eye, watching you before he slowly took a step inside.. And, after a moment of contemplation, wrapping his arms around you.

It was a nice feeling.. Having your warm, soft body pressed against his own again.

Of course, Pico’s dark brows had immediately furrowed once he had heard a small snort leave your lips, but made no effort to move or pull away from you whatsoever.

“..The fuck are you laughin’ at?”

He grumbled, but his tone held no bite. And, of course, you were more than happy to answer.

“Oh nothing.. You’re just really clingy, y’know that?”

You said with a smile on your face, causing the poor ginger's face to flush with a subtle rosy hue. He then huffed, Pico’s mouth curling down into a frown as he mumbled into your skin.

“Shut up… I’m not clingy, damnit..”

Pico huffed once more, but, again, made absolutely zero effort to pull or move away from you. He knew you were right, he was a clingy little shit, but.. He’d rather shoot himself than admit that.