Vivi and Hero find a small time to themselves as she’s sitting onteh window ledge, on leg dangling against the wall, swinging above the sidewalk. She raises her eyebrow and tilts her head. “What’s up, oh mighty hero?” she winks.
“I just… wanted to thank you,” he smiles weakly. “About dinner earlier… I, uh, um –”
She only smiles brighter. “No worries,” she holds her hand up. “It’s none of their business. I’ll make up some BS and let you know the details later. Hell, I haven’t even told Alexis who you really are. Then again, he probably won’t understand.”
“Epic? Special? Amazingly spifftastic?”
“Yeah. Sure, all that,” he knows better than to say anything else. Regardless the two are adorably awkward together. Of course, he’d never admit it aloud.
“Besides, you broke my ribs.” He takes her hand and squeezes it.
“Sorry about that–”
“You saved my life, hero,” she looked into his eyes. “A few broken ribs is nothing.”
“Vi… you saved me,” he attempts again.
“Not when I telll iittttt~” she sings at him. She squeezes his hand again. “Now, git. I’m trying to find out who’s his girlfriend! If he catches me…”
Hero chuckles and wonders if her father ever knew what happened. He hopes not. He’d rather face off ten Vivi’s than a pissed off Igor. He shivers as he slides next to Roxanne and buries his face in her neck. Maybe if he uses Roxy as a shield…