I wrote this in twenty minutes back in April, but I've never really liked it much so I've never posted it. But as I see it at the moment, this is just a big glob of goofiness, so I'm not going to worry much about word usage and colorful, detailed sentences.

Take it as it is: just one big huge pile of goof.

Regression

She was laughing. She was laughing so hard that tears were rimming in the corner of her eyes. At him. After he had been so nice as to pick her up from the airport at five in the morning on a Sunday.

The glare she caught from him as he slammed on his breaks at the first red light only caused her to laugh harder.

"What? What is so god damned funny?" His low growl had only encouraged her to laugh harder. "I should've made you call a cab."

"You.." she began, but the thought of saying what was about to be said aloud had just made her laugh harder, "are... you are just like a girl!"

A soft click of automatic locks could be heard before he evenly invited her to walk the rest of the way.

"No really! Hair and relationships are the two easiest ways for a woman to change her outlook on life. Need to get over a guy; change your hair. Feel the need for a drastic hair change; probably means you need a change of men." She was grinning now, more laughter slipping out. "Shuu's a girl!"

He rolled his eyes, mentally vowing to never discuss his personal life with his partner ever again.

"You did exactly what I did when that Jonathan guy broke up with me, remember? I had hair past my shoulders before then, but after we broke up I cut it all off."

"Ahh yes, I remember. You looked like a boy with br-"

"-and you looked even girlier than I did before I cut it off. Still do, actually." She was quick to interject, throwing more insults into their banter. She'd add her offensives up to jet lag later.

He glared again, making the blond's smirk grow a little wider; It wasn't every day she had opportunity to bust his chops so brazenly. "Jodie, that's really not sayin' much for yourself either."

"Ooooh, come now. You've got those long lashes and legs that would make J. Edgar Hoover jealous."

His eyes glared to show only small slits in his face, a line of olive green, white and black could made out. Jodie grinned, cat-like.

"Shuu is a girl! Shuu is a girl!" Black clad shoulders slumped in response. He was too tired to deal with elementary school antics from a twenty-eight year old.

"Stop acting like a first grader, or I swear to god you'll find something dead rotting under your couch several weeks from now," and quickly he smirked, having thought of how to change the subject. "Hopefully something dressed in black and with a name that rhymes with Tin or Lermouth, eh?"

The sounds of denim shifting against leather could be heard as jet lag took its toll, and his partner stretched very widely in the seat next to him. "I wouldn't go that far. But if you could tie 'em up and leave 'em with the doorman, it would be," yawn "greatly appreciated."

Relaxing a little himself, he couldn't help but admire the effect common interests had on an uncomfortable situation. A little allusion to their queries and the subject shifted beautifully.

"But ya know, Shuu-chan, you look better without the hair. And you won't be spending two hours in the shower anymore... I hope."

A vein nearly popped in his forehead as he wondered just how long Jodie would call him 'Shuu-chan.'

-finis-

Author's Note: This was spurred on by chapter 57 of Fruits Basket and conversation I had at work about hair styles and relationships.

And for reference: J. Edgar Hoover was the first person to head the FBI. He was (in)famous because he would cross dress to catch criminals. --' So when Jodie says that allusion to Hoover, she basically means he'd make a good cross dresser.