No idea what to call this (anyone can join) (FINISHED)

She privately thought his hair was cute when it swung side to side like that, but kept her thoughts to herself.
"It's almost 7 now," she noted quietly.

He put his monocle on.
"Really? geez…"

Nyx stared wordlessly at the contraption for a few moments, and then started to giggle. Uncontrollably.

"What?" He asked, clueless

"Y-you're wearing a -" She could hardly breathe. "Is th-that a m-m-monocle?!"

"Yes. No rich asshole is without one."

She flicked his arm and tried to tell him he wasn't an a-hole, but the words were lost in her torrent of giggling.

"Stop laughing!"

She tried to, but couldn't. There was something peculiarly adorable about the shiny round object, or maybe it was the confused look in his eyes, or maybe it was the fact that she and Seven and Eight had always thought they'd looked funny when they were poring over Anne's history books. Either way, the situation was tremendously funny to her.

He took it off.
"If you're going to laugh, I'm not going to wear it."

"I think it's cute," she chortled, kissing his nose. "I just wasn't expecting it!"

"It looks ridiculous anyhow."

"I think it looks cute," she protested gently. "Was it in your pocket this whole time?"

"Yes. Yes it was."

"You got anything else in those pockets of yours?"

"Oh, lots."

"Well, aren't you going to show me?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I have to have some secrets."

"You have too many secrets." Her fingers snuck into the front left pocket of his jeans.

"Nope." He pulled her hand away

She snuck her other fingers into his other pocket, swiping for something at random.

He pulled her hand away

Nyx scowled at him. "One thing. C'mon."

"Nope."

"Not even one thing?"

"No, not one."

She sighed.

He looked at her.
"Fine.. just one thing."