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Hey, Mighty Birdwhisperer! I know you're the grand master of tulip-fu and all that farming junk, but how much do you seriously know about chocobos? I mean besides getting them to stop mobbing somebody.

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[Distressed, Materia was still trying to check and see if Night was bleeding when he got up. He was too tall for her to keep examining his scalp when he was standing, so she reluctantly left off the attempt and accepted the boost back to her feet.]

I'm really sorry, I can't believe she...

[Her voice trailed off, and Materia found herself suddenly unable to look up from her grass-stained boots. I can't believe she attacked you for nothing. Except he wasn't doing nothing, it was definitely something, but not a bad something, not even remotely bad, except...

Except where did that leave them, now? Were rivals allowed to be friends? Or more? And would they ever hear the end of it? Materia gulped, feeling suddenly shy all over again without the boost of impulsiveness behind her.]

I...

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[He, too, wondered. Half of him was perfectly content to keep chasing her, continue teasing her and coming up with super awesome one-liners. The other half realized... he could still do most of the same even after k-kissing her. At least, they could do that in public, fool the whole damn tree if they had to!]

Everything's okay, Materia!

[He didn't let her go. In fact, his other hand reached out the took her other.]

I really like you. Because of that, I leave everything in your hands! You know, if... if you don't want to do things like that anymore!

[If she wanted to stop, that was okay. He never really asked how she felt about the whole thing...]

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[Oh, geez, with the hands and the confession and the...oh, geez. Materia, staring up at him, bit her lip and hesitated for just a second, then shook her head.]

No, I...um. I think, maybe, it's okay for us to be...rivals a-and...and this? I mean, I don't want to not do things like... Uhm.

[What was with this stupid pile of stupid coming out of her piehole? With her face flaming all over again, Materia gulped, then stood on tiptoe - tugging down on Night's hands to pull his darn too-high face closer - and planted one more quick, suddenly-shy kiss on his mouth.]

Like...that.

[She thumped back down onto her heels again, satisfied that at least that probably got the point across? Remembering the main thing she was freaking out about, though, she winced and added hastily,]

But don't tell anybody yet, okay?

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[...But despite thinking it was okay, part of him didn't want her to say no, to stop all of this. He heard the word, and felt his stomach clench, a word of acceptance at his lips, but... she went on. It was okay. Night appeared relieved, but that lasted maybe a second before he was pulled down and kissed. It was quick and rather chaste, but it still made his head spin, his face warm. The demon was in another place.

He was snapped back suddenly with her warning, and Night immediately assumed a quick salute.]

Okay! I promise!

[Haha, well, so much for running through the streets and shouting it at the top of his lungs. No, he'd keep quiet for as long as he could. Since this was Night, um, that might not be as long as one would hope.]

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Okay.

[Truth to be told, Materia was already starting to wonder if telling Kagerou would count as telling somebody, since they were both good friends of hers and all, but...well, it wasn't like telling a few people would get out of hand, right?

Right?

Anyway, for now it was enough that she was still holding at least one of his hands. Materia grinned, feeling better now that she knew dating(?) her admittedly pretty awesome rival was gonna stay totally secret and safe and all that...although the thought of safety made her give wry eye to her chocobo. The female was still meticulously picking bits of clover out of the long grass, pretending very firmly that she had never done anything unnecessarily violent to her human's other green creature. Sneak.]

Soo-oo...should we get these guys home before it starts raining again?

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[He would keep on pretending this green chocobo didn't scare the crap out of him, happy simply to hold her hand. Night nodded at the suggestion, and Feathers gave a curious 'kweh' as he rose to full height.]

Good idea! The boss'd get really mad if I brought home sick birds! Let's not be surprised and beat the rain this time!

[And... well... he had a lot of thinking to do. Planning.]

Too bad we can't race back... it's too muddy now.

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[A little grin curled the corner of Materia's mouth, and she nudged him in the ribs with her shoulder.]

Well, I could always race you back to the Bazaar after we get 'em put away. Betcha ninja legs are faster than demon legs.

[And nobody said she had to warn him when exactly the race was starting, right? Quite pleased with herself and the day in general, Materia reluctantly let go of Night's hand and trotted over through the mud to her chocobo(!!), giving her a scratch on the head for behaving herself.]

See, that's more like it. You keep not being a bratface and I'll get you some extra greens, how's that? C'mon, leave off the clover, we've gotta take you home.

[As she swung into the saddle, laughing at the fragmented round leaves stuck to the bird's beak, an idea lit up in her brain, and she waved an arm at Night.]

Hey...what do you think of Clover for a name?

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Uh-huh. We'll see about that! You're on!

[He chuckled, enjoying this twisty-turny feeling in his gut as he went to gather up Feathers' reins. The big black bird gave the demon a quick preen, and lowered his body. Night mounted smoothly, though his attention was caught as Materia waved. His fingers gave the back of Feathers' neck a little scratch. ...Clover, huh?]

Her color fits, and I think if she eats any more of that stuff she'll turn into one! I think you picked the very best name for her!

[Haha, better than Feathers anyway, but the bird seemed to like it a lot. Night smiled and took the reins, giving a firm nudge with a heel. The black bird turned his beak for home, gave a jubilant 'kweh' to Clover and her rider, and off they went.]