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"Marry me."
Nasch looks like he's about to spit out his soda, and Vector thinks that might've been worth it.
Vector laughs when no answer comes. "What? You're single anyway, and it's not like Yuuma would ever want y-" He dodges a punch.
"Fuck you, Vector," Nasch hisses, and there's the sound of shattering glass- he's knocked his soda over. "Bastard." He sits back down.
Vector tilts his head and does that fake-cute face Nasch hates so much. "So?"
"You were serious?" Nasch raises an eyebrow.
"Of course I was," Vector says theatrically. "When have I ever lied?"
"At least once a day, asshole. So, why?"
Vector rolls his eyes. "If we get caught, you'd be the first to rat me out."
"Unlike you, I have a soul." Nasch crosses his arms. "Also, I could testify against you if I really wanted to. I wouldn't, though. On the other hand, you probably would."
Vector does his best pout. "Mean. I even got you out of prison."
"Yeah, because you needed my keys."
"Again with the unnecessary details." Vector puts his green peppers on Nasch's plate.
Nasch scowls.
Good, Vector thinks. "You're not gonna clean that up?" He vaguely waves at the mess of shards on the floor.
There's a pause.
"You can do it, as a wedding gift." Nasch smirks and gets up.