Villains and Heroes (One on One) (Closed)

Antoine smiles and nods. "Yes indeed."

“Nice.” She nodded her approval.

He smiles at her and looks back at the food, humming.

Marlene watches while he works, eventually getting up to switch the radio to some good ol' Beatles tunes. "I always find them the most relaxing."

He smiles and nods, flipping the pancakes onto the plates. "Alrighty. Here we are." He says cheerfully.

"Thanks. Syrup, yeah?" She looks up.

"Yep." he says cheerfully.

"Thanks." She drizzles syrup over her pancake.
(wait a second….if they ever did have kids, what would it be? Angel or Reaper? Or neither? Or something really crazy?)

(Maybe one's an angel ones a reaper?)

He nods and smiles softly, chuckling a little.

(genders switched, so the boy is the angel and the girl is reaper?)
"I have an extra class early this morning - just for today, don't worry. I'll be back, but I have to go." When she's done eating, Mar picks up her bag and slides her shoes on.

(Sure!)

"Alright." he relaxes back into the couch.

(but that's not gonna be for a while…they'll get married first…anyway…time skip?)

(Yeah, and yeah.)

mkay //
Marlene walked in, slamming the door behind her in a huff. Slipping her backpack onto the ground, she crashed onto the couch, nearly falling off.

Antoine was sleeping soundly on the couch, small breaths leaving his lips.

When she realized she was lying on Antione, Marlene started and rolled off of the couch, hitting the floor. She grunted. "As if the day could get worse," She mused, getting up.

Antoine didn't move, barely flinching when the other fell.

Marlene grumbles, spreading papers - homework - around her. An hour passes, and she's not even halfway through. her hair is becoming begraddled and she's tired and hungry - but the stuff is due by tomorrow.

Antoine slowly wakes up, smiling a little as he slips next to her. "Homework?" he asks.

"A heck ton, too." Mar grumbles, scribbling furiously and flipping the pages of her textbook like a madwoman. "All due by tomorrow."

"Want me to help?" He asks teasingly.

"Depends. Do you take major French?"
(I didn't even realize it until I wrote it)

Antoine raises a brow. "Love. I come from France."

"Oh. Right." She shakes her head. "Stupid possessives are going to be the death of me."

He chuckled. "Want some help." He offers.

“You don’t say.” She leaned back. “The simplest explanation of possessives in the world: go.”

"Alright." He begins explaining, sometimes talking to her in french for examples.

A half an hour later, Antione and Mar have gone through all the French homework. Mar stuffs it into a folder and leans back, sighing. She looks over to Antione.
“Thanks. A lot. That would have taken me hours on my own.”

He chuckles and pulls her to his side. "No problemo, sugar." He kisses her forehead.

"Is it time for lunch yet? We could go somewhere." Mar suggests.