Alternative Treatment?

Gerard got us some reservations to what he called 'a false food place for officious little pricks', but to me was just a French restaurant called L'exquisite Douleur. It was one of those fancy places where you had to wear a tie or they'd kick you out and perhaps trip you on your way out. Gee was aware of this, and bought me a very black suit with a black tie and black shoes and black eyeliner and black piercings and black...you get the point.

"Gerard I look like a fucking ninja," I complained, and I could've sworn he was ready to throw a punch at me. But instead, he ruffled my hair and pecked at my lips, causing me to blush like a goddamn tomato. "Now I look like a ninja tomato."

Gee did the strangest thing. He sniffed my hair for hell's sake. "You are some delicious tomato ninja, Frankie."

I laughed at that, and when I did, he kissed me again.

Notes

short chapter :c

oh yeah, the restaurant...I don't know French or anything and I was literally going to name the place 'Bonjour' but it sounded so cheezy so I settled for a Being As An Ocean song.