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"Nuh," Phoenix said, working his jaw back and forth frantically. "M'fangs kee'tryna cuhh ouu'." Miles' gaze was steady and thoroughly unimpressed. "What?" "Uh sai'--" Phoenix gave up and spat his plastic fangs into the palm of his hand. "--my fangs keep trying to come out!" "Ah." Dismissing him, Miles shot his cuffs and absently patted the front of his vest, then touched his gloved fingers to the mask, straightening what was already perfectly straight. "I thought that expression was a little too confident for you, Wright." Phoenix winced, fiddling with his discarded fangs and surreptitiously watching Miles fuss over his costume. Costume! It was just about the most un-Miles-like thing he could imagine, but it made a lot more sense when you realized what an excellent networking opportunity the Prosecutors' Office Halloween Masquerade was. Phoenix couldn't believe he was getting to go. Phoenix was actually somewhat surprised that Miles hadn't filed some sort of restraining order on him to keep him from going. He glanced up at Miles again. Miles was running his fingers through his hair. Phoenix couldn't resist. "I vant to bite your neck," he ventured, grinning widely to bare his fangs before he remembered that his fangs were in his hand. His grin faltered. "What?" Miles said, glancing at him. "I said--" Phoenix stuffed his fangs back into his mouth and bit down hard, and (miracle of miracles) he felt them click into place. He prodded at them with his tongue. They seemed to be staying. Phoenix straightened up and grinned again, this time baring his fangs for real. "I vant to bite your neck!" he intoned. He thought it sounded pretty good. The corner of Miles' lips that Phoenix could see twitched upwards, slightly. "I'm sure you do," he said dryly, and much to Phoenix's surprise turned to face him and held out his arms. "Well, then," said Miles. "Come to me, my Angel of Defense." Phoenix blinked a couple of times. "Uh, I think technically you're the Angel of Music. I mean, if I'm remembering the show right." Miles rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Wright," he said, leaning in to press a dry kiss to Phoenix's mouth, half warm skin and half cold ceramic. Phoenix swallowed and shut up. He made a vague attempt to flap his black cape like wings, but he gave it up as a bad idea about halfway through. The moment that Miles pulled away, Phoenix's fangs fell off again. He yelped and stuck his thumb into his mouth, trying to prevent their escape, and as such almost missed Miles' little smirk. Almost, but not quite. ~*~ It became obvious to me that I wasn't going to finish this picture in time to wish anybody a Happy Halloween with it, so I cleaned up the sketch as best I could and wrote a quick fic to go with it instead. I haven't heard any complaints yet. ... Happy Halloween! |