"...L...Laxus!" Starting as a gentle murmur, the jolt of hearing Mirajane shouting near beside my ear both rouses me from my fit of dosing off, and serves to irritate me from the very rare pleasant dream I had been having. Though that was probably for the best; as I could clearly recall that it had not been suitable for public places- there had been a clear image of pink hair and midnight eyes staring up at me from a dawn tinged bed, certainly with a naked torso and ruby red lips that had been kissed flush. Not a mental image I wanted to lose from my mind, even as I could hear the vague sound of a sweetened voice speaking in my ear about- well I have no idea, but I could at least acknowledge that it was Mira speaking as she stood right beside me. The wood of my chair pressing firm against my back kept me in reality, but my imagination was a welcome distraction as I ignored her soft tones just next to me, a gentle prattle that had none of my attention as my vision- though slightly blurred having awakened from the comfort of sleep, was focused rather firm on the slim form of a certain dragonslayer with a tensed form glaring firm on his iron dragon counterpart. There was nothing interesting occuring, they were merely staring each other down with stone set scowls and postures so tense I could see the outlines of their muscles from where I sat, that was not particularly alluring; but I was not gazing on the form of the younger man in reverence of his figure -though that was certainly a bonus onto my sights- I was watching merely because it was a good distraction from the woman currently speaking into my ear -oblivious to my lack of care, it was also rather amusing to see.

I have no knowledge of their reason for the showdown of wills, I had been too busy enjoying the tempation of my dream to listen to any prattle from the outside world. Though in knowing Natsu it was something small, and in my knowledge of Gajeel it was something stupid, therein funny to watch their glare off merely in wait for the true reasoning to spring forth in some manner and laugh with aching sides at whatever ridiculous rationale for fighting they had contrived. They were both idiots, I could tease Natsu with it later if situation permitted, I felt my smirk turn up at the image of growling, predatory, beasts they made, brazen and ready to pounce in a moment.

However, watching was impossible without noticing the demure figure a slight away from Natsu, also staring at the match. It was not much of a compulsion, but instead of the snarling pinket my eyes kept onto the figure of the blonde girl- Lucy, favoured by so many of the guild, her wispy light hair tied into twin tails at each side, a small pink lip being bit by her teeth. Her hand- no arm, was submerged into her hefty cleavage, said breasts near spilling from her 'adorable' heart printed blue and white crop-top, her side-tied skirt almost as showful as her shirt as entising glimpse of perfectly kept pale skin of her hip peaked out from the crest when she moved her leg. I forcefully raked my eyes over her form, it was curvaceous that was obvious, feminine, she had the thinnest outline of abs on her abdomen. What had my attention was none of her physical beauty, it was her dirt toned eyes, they were fixated on the fight -staring contest- of the two dragonslayers, this would not bother me were I more of a man, but while her eyes stared there was a pinkened blush dusting over her cheeks and in addition to the fragile clasp her teeth held on her lower lip; it was no difficulty to know what she was thinking.

Automatically my teeth snapped together and I could feel my own scowl pulling at my mouth, it was stupid, and I pult my expression back rather quickly after realization. Still, I kept my sights locked on the woman, I know I'm glaring, wanting to burn away her attentions from what is mine, nary hoping that I could scare her off. Brown eyes so obvious, so interested, in what is mine- what sits cramping in my stomach is the fact that she can; she can watch my pinket without repercussions, no one would even think to question her fawning, not only because I know those two are long held friends whom had been through many difficult jobs together, but because of the simple fact that she is a woman. I watch from a distance, and she gets to stare up close in awe- or whatever it is spiffically, it burns at me, forces my glare to sharpen and my scowl to pull onto my face once more as if pulled by a taut string. Lucy Heartfila is a well known wizard to the guild at this point, respected by many surrounding and high held as a friend among most. My fists clenches where it had previously been limp resting on my thigh. Candidly, blatantly, I had never comprehended the revery for the woman amongst my peers: She was no astounding wizard- really who calls other people -spirits, whatever- to fight for them? But that by far, was not the main part of a person - though a younger me would likely disagree. I do not understand, because while I can see she is rather kind-hearted much likened to the woman who is still talking in my ear. She is not as bright as my Natsu- does not shine with that type of radiant light he does.

Jealousy is fighting in my gut, still new upon me, but I can recognize it well enough. I am not ignorant enough to have escaped the chatter of the hall, it spun around continuously as it always had, a tight ball of yarn that had no end; everyone in the guild could be alikened to a cat and drawn to the gossip. I know what is vastly thought, considered, and even plotted; I know most all people in the guild are wondering at when Lucy and Natsu will declare their passion for each other and fall into a tender embrace with a sweetened kiss proclaiming all hidden feelings. It was a common wonderance about the hall, and truly impossible to ignore, though I had been apt at doing so up until this point, after all it held, in truth, no credibility. Yet, to see her clear admiration for the man I consider my own is another branch tossed into my path, at least I can grant, everyone had been right about half of their belief. Resentment is at the back of my mind, despite myself, my own rationality had been locked away, and in its place came a possessive tide I had never truly felt before. Perhaps she is a wonderful person, a good wizard, an attractive woman; but still, I do not like her.

I manage to snort and get my thoughts back into some semblance of order, enough to turn back to the counter, which the form of Mira stands over -figuratively- me, with hands on her hips and eyes narrowed. Some type of irritation obvious in both her stance and stare, probably a look associated with the lecture she had been delivering upon me as I had been entirely ignoring her. Feeling exasperated already at the clear expectation in her demeaning glower, it was too familiar for me to be effected, so I only bothered to raise a brow at her for the look and bent over the bar to reach at the beers I knew to be stored in the lower cabinets- my new height apparently useful for something other then hitting my head on low doorframes. The sigh above me is plainly forced as I return to my seating, bottle of beer firm in my hand, mind already drifting away from the irate woman nearby.

Least until she speaks to me directly: "Laxus, what type of girl do you like?" I snap my head in her direction, and I can actually hear my neck give a vague crack at the action. This time I find myself more annoyed then previously, because the question harbours no necessity, no true reason; not even I really know anymore, my head has been to caught up in my own newfound relationship with my boyfriend to even contemplate my taste in women- not that I've truly seen a need. As it were, I was vigilant enough to take notice that my bed partners had all been short stout things with dark eyes and mused hair. Even so, the answer is of no importance to Mira -or Lisanna- for their stupid little matchmaking scheme. My eyes roll at her plain question, at least she was not attempting to hide anything. This time it is I who finds myself in a stare off, not near as intense as the one just behind but equally as annoying. Really I could simply say I am seeing someone already, I have no doubt she would believe it, the only problem being that she would attempt to stalk me to find out- and then things would be made rather obvious.

So once more: "A type." Again I state it as plain as plausible, I see her features cross in annoyance at my defiance, it twitches the corners of my mouth to see. Its a rare sight to see Mirajane irate, something to reval in for certain for its rarity, especially as I was the one to make her so, my previous jealousy quickly overtaken by the giddy sensation of accomplishment. Still, I have to find a method to stop her idea of finding me a date, quash it as a fly buzzing about, regardless of how cruel it may sound to do so. "Its none of your or anyone else's business, so back off before you piss me off." I knew I was glaring at her while coating the words with as much annoyance as the situation was providing me, regardless however to see her slump after my saying so sends a twinge of guilt flowing through me, Mira had always been a true friend as it were, she was closer to my age demographic then most and I knew her reasoning was good natured. Exasperation just follows at the sight of her watered blue eyes, my hand going through my hair and the small tug accompanied gives a small jolt to me. "Look, I don't need help okay?" It is as close to an apology I can manage without beginning to stutter and flander through my words in uncertainty.

Glancing over to her I see not defeat but a further retaliation present in her gaze, lips drawn thin and eyes steel. "Oh yeah? And when is the last time you had a girlfriend?-" I had want to say something quite rude unto that question but she held up a quick hand which stunned me for a moment in its speed. "-I don't mean a one night stand. I mean an actual relationship that lasted longer then two weeks." As it were my current relationship had lasted for almost three weeks, and while marginal compared to most couples, I still want to brag on that fact if only to see her shocked express at the news. My mouth sealed shut at the thought, knowing the repercussions to such an action. My eyes glare her down instead, already I can feel something further then simple ire rising in my chest and pressing hot on my lungs. Her features smooth slightly, an ease coming to her posture as she breaths deep- while my own lungs are seemingly clamped in a tight room. "There are plenty of women who would be glad to date you, and lucky for you I know many!" Grinning she claps her hands together as if for her brilliance, "so just give me a hint of what you like in a girl and I can arrange something!" Her excitement was palpable in the goddamned air surrounding, and that just made my ire jump into anger- it has been a long while since I was angry at a fellow guild member, I'd been well prepared and controlled as necessary, but not now apparently.

She continues, "so I'm thinking the kind of model type? You know all curvy and tall, bigger proportions and all that." She winks at me after having retrieved a notebook from no where, writing something down which I cannot see nor guess at. What I do know is obvious, her evaluation of my type is literally the opposite of what I like physically in a woman, second my want for her to shut her pretty red lips and turn away with a hung head and sorrowful expression has never been so high; and I knew her when she had been a little teenage bitch in shorts. With her conviction in her fast paced writing and eager expression I wonder if she would even listen if I told her she's completely wrong. My eyes roll almost into my skull, as I slam my head onto my awaiting forearms on the counter, it would be a useless waste of effort to attempt swaying her away from her little scheme. The groan I let out is rather loud, but it slips out despite my meak effort to restrain it.