title: strange and beautiful
author: stoplight
summary: mistakes happen, silly [ficlet]
pairings: wally/kuki
words: 582

Wally shifted nervously as he lifted his gaze from his scuffed sneakers to the shape of the pretty face belonging to his girlfriend. The lovely Asian was scrubbing at his shirt, clutching the fabric tightly as she tried to save it from the red liquid soaked into the fibers, turned away from him with a strained frown on her painted mouth. He was so sure that she'd soon overload, snarling and spitting like a feral feline, excusing him of ruining her precious dinner.

Well, he had ruined it.

"'m sorry. . ." the Australian mumbled softly, crossing his arms over his undershirt and letting his emerald eyes dart away from Kuki.

It was quiet in the Sanban kitchen expect for the occasional flutters of conversation for the dinning room, and the sound of cloth rubbing together. Wally swallowed thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

She must be pissed, his mind concluded. She didn't even want to talk to him enough to screech blindly until the heavens themselves came tumbling down.

Or until his ears bleed.

Tucking his shaky and damp hands into the pockets of his raggedy jeans, the blond tried again. "Kuks, did ya-"

"I heard you."

She sighed after silencing him from parroting his apology, turning to face her boyfriend with a confused arch to one dark eyebrow. "I was trying to figure why you're sorry about ruining your own shirt," she explained, settling the mentioned article of clothing against the counter.

Wally watched her wring the ache that must have been present from her tiny fingers before returning to gazing at his shoes. "Ah knew yew wanted. . . yewr dinner. . . thing tah be perfect and. . .," he drawled, the sentence drifting away into some unknown place much like his pride the moment he opened his mouth.

He chewed on his bottom lip as Kuki left the sink to reach up and drag the back of one dainty knuckle across his cheek. "You know," the girl cooed, fingers moving to run through the aussie's sandy hair. "Most people just ask for the salt shaker instead of knockin' a couple of wine glasses over to get it themselves."

Wally's stomach swam.

The smell vinegar on her hands was making his throat ache.

"But," the pretty girl continued, showing off her classic pearly grin. "Accidents happen, Mom wanted to cut Grandpa off anyway, and it was pretty funny!" she pressed a soft kiss to his neck with a giggle, "the look on your face!"

"Gah!" she imitated, holding onto her cheeks in mock horror, "I've ruined the sodden tablecloth they have twenty copies of and me shirt! All these high strung, cruddy Asian women are going tah kill meh!"

The former KND operative collapsed into his chest, her shoulders shaking with mirth.

With tense atmosphere successfully broken, Wally let out a disgusted snort as Kuki used him to support herself, hands curled into his clothes. "Yew loike making fun of meh too much," he muttered a little annoyed and very much comforted.

He kissed the top her head, breathing the scent of her hair in. "Moi stupid, cruddy girlfriend. . ."

The aussie felt her smile against his collarbone before she nuzzled into his shoulder, giggles quieted. "It happens to be my job. . ."

Kuki pulled away only to place a hand on each of his forearms to left herself onto her toes. She brushed her lips across his jaw, humming into his skin, lashes grazing his cheek. "My silly boyfriend," she whispered back as Wally moved to kiss her properly.

a/n:

. . . Makes you wanna barf rainbows, huh? One day, one day, I'll be able to write something with a plot and/or longer than 700 words.

Dream big, darlings, dreaming big.

wally & kuki © mr. warburton.