"but i forgot my pants!" they call out in their american drawl from the boot of the car.

"what?!" i yell from the drivers seat. "how the hell! do you forget-" i put extra pronunciation on this next word "-trousers?!"

they flop into shotgun and sigh, shrugging. going anywhere with ardyn is never, not chaotic. they always forget something. i shake my head, grinning. not to be stereotypical, but blonde really fits their nature. "strawberry blonde" is what they swear upon, but anyone who is not completely colourblind can tell. the sky is closer to red than their hair is close to strawberry blonde.

our surroundings chnage from feilds and trees, slowly to more urban. small flats and shops start to appear on the side of the road and the speed limit changes from 70 to 20. i only notice because i have to pay attention to something- anything- other than ardyns complaining about their damn trousers. "they were my favourites!! i need them to meet your parents!! i only look good in those pants!!"

a groan escapes my lips as i pull into the nearest clothes shop. they lean over and kiss my cheek: "ill be back, and i'll bring you something too, maybe a matching tie." my face contorts in disgust, earning me a smile that could brighten the moons asshole.

i can't believe they forgot their "pants".