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#also i need to come up with a friendship tag for so.rbet and ge.lato
self-shipyard · 3 years
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The "Slushy" Drabble
SYNOPSIS: Based on this incorrect quote from selfshipquotes. In which Gh.iaccio and Lumaca enjoy slushies and flirting with each other while he’s on break. But maybe they’re enjoying it a little too much, as So.rbet and Ge.lato discover.
Word Count: 938
CW: Implied Suggestive Content
Ghiaccio’s eyes had been glued onto the computer screen before Lumaca made her entrance.
It was a report he had to create on account of the last mission, and he had been spending a whole hour perfecting it with painstaking detail. After all, he wasn’t about to skimp on details so that his team couldn't get paid properly.
Even so, he needed a break, and Lumaca’s voice calling out to him signified an opportunity to take one.
“Ghiaccio, I’m home!” he heard her call from the door.
After pushing his glasses closer to his face, he hummed and got up out of the desk chair to greet his girlfriend, who just walked into the room.
“Welcome home, Lumaca,” he softly smiled at her before noticing the two drinks in her hands. He made a curious gesture towards them. “What’re those?”
“I got a couple of slushies on the way over.” She held out one of the cups towards him. “Thought you’d like one as well but I can put it in the fridge if you don’t want it.”
“Oh, uh,” he blushed. “No, I could use a beverage. Th… Thanks.”
Ghiaccio took the cup from Lumaca’s hand and took a long sip out of it. His eyes looked down the straw and into the cup, noting its blue-colored contents.
“I wasn’t sure what flavor to get you, and I didn’t want to disturb you from work right away,” she admitted. “So, I got you the flavor that reminded me of you.”
His eyes flickered back up at her and his lips parted away from the straw, swallowing in the process.
“How does it remind you of me?” he quizzed.
“Well, your hair is almost the same shade!” She gave a short laugh before taking on a more serious expression. “But the color itself reminds me of you in general, too. If I remember it correctly, blue represents strength and intelligence. Fitting, isn’t it?”
He blinked at the sudden realization.
Was she trying to flirt with him through color theory?
That was when he noticed that her mouth was stained with red; evidence of her drinking some of her slushy before she arrived.
It gave him an idea.
“Oh yeah?” his face became determined. “Well, then it makes sense you’d get a red one.”
She stopped for a second; now it was her turn to feel confusion.
“How so?” she quizzed back. “I don’t think I recall what red symbolizes…”
They both were well aware that she knew what red symbolizes, but the innocent expression on her face was encouraging him to continue.
“According to color symbolism, red is representative of passion and excitement.” He felt a smirk ghost his lips. “And it’s considered to be the love color.”
That ‘love color’ rushed to her cheeks.
“So, what’re you saying?” she murmured, her composure fleeting, “That those words make you associate me with the color red?”
“Why wouldn’t they? Those words describe you perfectly! Besides, the color itself suits you…”
His bravado died down when he noticed the loving expression his girlfriend was giving him.
An expression which he gave back.
Neither Ghiaccio nor Lumaca could tell you who started it, but they suddenly found themselves leaning in towards each other until their lips just barely touched.
“It… It really suits you...”
...
Sorbet and Gelato were sitting in the safehouse’s armchair, mindlessly whispering to each other about nothing before Lumaca made her entrance.
“Hey Sorbet! Hey Gelato!” she greeted them, her body showing signs that she’d gotten there in a hurry.
“Hello, Lumaca,” Gelato purred. “If you’re looking for the capo, you’re a little late; he had to leave for a moment.”
“Ah, damn,” she replied, taking a seat near the pair. “He called me ten minutes ago, saying he needed me to take care of some paperwork. I was really hoping it’d be quick; I need to be home as soon as I can.”
Lumaca suddenly noticed how intently Sorbet was staring at her mouth.
“… Are you alright?” she asked him with a slight tilt of her head.
“Show me your tongue,” he directed.
Surprised but not willing to argue, she stuck her tongue out at him.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously at the purple substance that coated her tongue.
“What’s going on there?” he gestured towards her mouth while Gelato simply watched them like a curious cat.
“Oh,” she perked up, realizing what he was asking about. “I got a slushie about an hour ago! I got one for Ghiaccio, too.”
To say that Sorbet was satisfied with her explanation would’ve been false. After all, where in Naples did they sell purple slushies?
“What kind were they?”
“I got a red one and he got a blue one.”
Sorbet’s eyes widened as it dawned on him.
Gelato, on the other hand, surprisingly didn’t quite grasp it, and so began to pry a little himself.
“So, what, you two drank each other’s slushi-?”
Clap!
Sorbet’s hand quickly covered Gelato’s mouth, but it was too late.
“Wait.” Lumaca suddenly had an expression of shocked worry. “What color is my tongue?!”
Sorbet let out a long sigh.
“It’s a shade of purple.”
Lumaca’s hand flew to cover her mouth, her rapidly reddening cheeks still visible.
“I-I uh...”
She jumped off of the couch.
“I’ll be right back!”
The pair watched as she disappeared behind the bathroom door. Sorbet’s eyes flickered towards his partner and his hand fell away from his mouth and onto his chin.
“Gelato…” he grinned.
“Well how was I supposed to know?!” he pouted as he protested, which made Sorbet chuckle.
“I guess now we both know.”
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