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It was an early morning, well, mostly for Eight. Despite being an agent and all that, she didn’t like getting up in the morning.
But that didn’t stop Four from getting up in a way that would always, without fail, wake Eight up. This morning being no different.
”Oops, sorry, I wake you?” Four asked as she was putting on her running shoes quickly. By the looks of it she couldn’t wait to get out. Eight rubbed her eyes before getting out of bed.
”What time is it…?” Eight asked, Four looked up right as she was tying one of her shoes. Four looks at her phone, reading the time.
”It’s…5 am.” Four says, Eight looks outside, the morning sun is just barely poking out from behind the buildings.
”Can I go with you?” Eight asks, Four’s face lights up, which the other agent finds to be too cute.
”Of course! I’ll wait in the hall!” Four said, smiling widely, Eight couldn’t help but smile back, who wouldn’t?
Eight hurried to change and put on her own shoes. When she was done the two girls walked out of their shared apartment.
Four was rambling on about something she saw the day before, Eight just listened. Four gave Eight a nice routine, a good reason to get up and not try to sleep in as much as possible. The same could be said for Four, they both complimented eachother quite a bit.
Eight loved hearing Four’s voice, it was always just…nice. It always flowed on nicely, like a river. Was that weird of Eight to think? Maybe, but it was true.
Marie used to always laugh when she saw them together, Four seemed to slow down around Eight. The inkling would try to impress Eight, mainly by trying to seem cooler, which just made her look cute. Which Four hated being called.
As Four talks, Eight takes her hand, intertwining their fingers. Despite them having been girlfriends for a while now, Four’s face went bright red.
”…uh…did ya…want something?” Four awkwardly stammers, her face somehow getting redder. Eight just giggles.
”No, just wanted to hold your hand.” Eight says, smiling at Four, who immediately tries to pick up her cool girl persona.
”Oh- yeah, that’s…cool…” Four says, still quite flustered. Eight finally just laughs, Four was cuter when she was like this. Eight presses a kiss to Four’s cheek just to make her face a little more red, she wished she could stay like this forever.
Four then kisses Eight back on the cheek, maybe trying to seem a little bit ’cooler’, to which she was falling miserably at.
Finally, when the red on Four’s face dies down they walk in a peaceful silence. The morning sun now shining down opon them.