And in chaos
The bell chimes and both Erik and Charles start from their bed.

"I didn't know that bell still worked," Charles mused.

"I didn't know anyone knew we were here," Erik grumbled.

They get out slowly, knowing that Raven will get the door. And sure enough the door closes and a bright voice is shouting down the house, "Valerian! Edge!". Erik groans while Charles grins, slipping on his clothes and shouting back, "We're here!"

"I hate you."

"Of course you do, dear."

It was a busy few days. Parrot said that Hank looked marvelous and Hank tried to throttle him (He's getting better at it, Charles assured Parrot and his abused throat while Erik congratulated Hank on a job well done), him trying to flirt with Raven (this time, Charles gave him the riot act) and him making woeful eyes at Erik which Erik conveniently ignored.

It was the last day. Charles promised to write and visit sometime soon, a subdued look in his eye, Hank apologized and Alex said he was getting a ponytail too. When it was Erik's turn, Parrot said, "Sorry."

Erik looked him in the eye and nodded. It was the best he can do.
Handcuffs never get old
Of course you can ♥

"This is all your fault."


"All your fault."

Parrot whined unseemly, "How was I supposed to know they would work like that?"

"Handcuffs, Parrot, handcuffs"

Parrot shrugged, "You're taking this too seriously. It's not so bad."

Erik glared. The worst part was they weren't metal and every attempt to make a key wasn't working, He couldn't get the shape right and he didn't want to take the risk of being stuck with Parrot forever. Parrot, idiot that he was, didn't seem to mind, though he asked whether Valerian would.

Knowing him, he'd laugh, Erik thought.

So, after much struggling (and Erik hoping to detach Parrot's arm altogether), they found a tiny inscription of a kiss. Parrot grinned. Erik groaned.

He was right about one thing; Valerian laughed.