kh_drabble | non-challenge! [olette&pence] differences of opinion

Title: Differences of Opinion
Rating: G
Characters: Olette, Pence
Summary: There’s a rather distinct difference between girls and boys. [for

baka_tenshi at

kh_request!]

“C’mon, Olette,” Pence draws out the second syllable of each word, voice rising to a whine. “Hurry up!”

She folds her hands behind her back as they cross the square, steps bouncy, carefree, and completely oblivious to his plight. “These things take time.”

“It’s just a birthday present!” He closes the small distance that always slips between them when they’ve been walking too long. The ground begins to arch upwards under their feet as they step into the street leading to their usual spot, lined with shops.

“And it has to be special,” she says. “Something Roxas won’t forget.” Before he has a chance to make a remark that will no doubt land him in the dog house (Why don’t you just give him a kiss, like we all know you want to? I’m pretty sure we’d all remember that!) she asks, “What did you get him?”

He shrugs. “Nothing yet.”

She rounds on him, quick as a flash, wearing that expression that always always always makes him think of his aunt. “Pence! It’s in two weeks!”

Pence sighs, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Chill, Olette. That’s, like, forever.”

“That’s, like, tomorrow!” An exasperated grumble grates his ears. “Why can’t you ever think ahead?”

“Hey!” Well, now she was being silly and unfair. “What about Hayner? He didn’t get Roxas anything last year! He bought a dog made of popsicle sticks from the weapon shop guy’s kid and told him he made it himself!”

“But he got him that new struggle bat for New Year!” she shoots back immediately. “Roxas loved that! And it cost Hayner enough for three birthday presents! What’d you get Roxas for New Year?”

Pence’s cheeks faded from red to pink; he turned his gaze to his feet. “A picture,” he mumbled.

“A picture of what?” grilled Olette.

Pence said nothing.

“A picture of you two eating sea-salt ice cream that you took that same day and hadn’t even looked at, and if you had you would have noticed Roxas’s head wasn’t even in it!” She stomped her foot, startling the passing mail boy. “So excuse me for being considerate and prepared, unlike some people!”

She spun on her heel and walked on. It took Pence a moment, as he was deciding whether or not to follow her, to catch up. By then she was at the top of the hill and he arrived, panting. “So,” he muttered sheepishly, “um… How’s this shopping thing work?”