Cry for me, baby!

"Taps fine." She said, swallowing hard. "I can get it myself, don't worry. Just, where are the glasses at?" She said and started to head for the kitchen, looking around. She stopped at Clyde's words and shook her head. "It's fine. This is fine." She said in a terse tone as she smoothed down her suit with her hands. "Where are your glasses!?" She said, in a suddenly squeak. She blushed and covered her mouth as she looked at Clyde. "Glasses..." She said in a softer tone.

"Well alright. Above the... Clyde began to say before Mercy started to head for the kitchen quickly, Clyde followed inside with a curious look on his face in regards to sudden thirst. He blinked twice as she answered his words so abruptly before she squeaked out for his glasses so suddenly, Clyde looked on and saw that Mercy did not mean to raise her voice, her body language suggesting she rather was nervous.

He looked to her softly before making his way into the kitchen, opening the cupboards above the sink to reveal several clear glasses. He'd grab a small one and bring it down and hold it out in front of Mercy for her to take.

"...Please don't be afraid, Mercy. I wouldn't do anything to hurt ya'" He said softly while looking her in eyes as he held out the glass for her. Trying to force himself to use as much clear straightforward proper English as he could.

Mercy took watched as he opened a cupboard and took a glass out for her. She looked at it and when she offered it, she snatched it nervously and then eyed him as he spoke. "Great, thanks, ok, go away now, please." She said and fussily shooshed him away, waving her hands at him like it was her kitchen and not his. She could understand his position and she sort of felt bad but he was just being so nosy right now! Why couldn't he just let her have a drink in peace?!

Clyde's reaction to Mercy snatching the glass was mild at best. Almost sighing inwards. "Haah. Here she goes." He stayed smiling lightly at her and just shrugged his shoulders a bit to himself after she got done shooshing him away from his own kitchen. He could understand how she felt, lone girl walking into the apartment of this guy she didn't know all that well. Then again she might have known quite a bit about him if she had access to file... But on a personal level Clyde could understand even if was slightly frustrating. Granted he was used to that from her too.

"Alright, Alright." He muttered pleasantly enough before digging into his fridge to grab an orange Gatorade, opening it while he walked around his sofa and plopped himself in front of the TV and turned on some baseball. He couldn't understand anyone but baseball was always baseball no matter the language.

Mercy eyed Clyde as he got into the fridge and pulled out a drink. She then continued to eye him when he was gone and when she heard the TV flick on, she let out a deep sigh and pressed her hand into her chest. She then turned and flipped the sink on. She filled up the glass and took big gulps until it was gone. She then let out a breath and went back in for another glass. She took smaller sips this time until the glass was about halfway empty.

She then scrubbed the water off her lips with her sleeve and pulled out her compact. She flipped it open and looked at herself in the small mirror. She pulled out her powder puff and dabbed her face. Then she fished out some lipstick and reapplied the light shade of pink she used. When she was finished, she put her things away and lifted up her glass and pressed her lips tightly against it. She took a drink but made sure she left her lip imprint on the glass before she set it down next to the sink and turned and walked out of the kitchen.

She looked at Clyde and smiled at him. "Alright, Mr. Gastin." She said with a tone that was much smoother than before. "I'll be going now. Thanks for the movie." She then turned and went to grab the door handle but stopped before she opened it, turning her head to look at Clyde. "Thanks for the water,. I was just so parched." She said and threw him a coy look.

Clyde watched the TV patiently as he left Mercy to her own devices in the kitchen before he eventually heard her voice, turning around he saw her leaving the kitchen and heading for the door. He jumped out of the couch quickly.

"Oh, You will!? Well... Yeah I had fun." Clyde said as he got up from the couch and followed Mercy to the door that she was about to open before she stopped and turned to face him. Where Clyde would turn a bit red and hot under the collar as he saw her glossy lips that were a faint shade of pink, the coy look she gave made Clyde's feet shuffle nervously. He had no idea he was doing that either.

He gulped slightly and adjusted himself. "Y-Yeah. Yeah! You're welcome. Anytime, Ms. Mercy." He answered with a light chuckle while scratching the back of his head.

"You sure you don't want me to escort ya to the station at least?" He asked with a bit of concern showing on his face.

Mercy looked at Clyde and then looked past him. She furrowed her brow. "No thank you, Mr. Gastin." She said. "There's only one thing I want you to do for me. Please turn off the television." She said as she continued to look past him, staring at it almost blankly as it flickered in her glasses.

"Well, A'ight." He muttered. Wasn't it the man's job to walk the lady home back or to work or something? Oh well.

He then blinked a bit at her words before his eyes perked up. "Oh!" He let out before doubling back to switch off the game and take one big step up back to Mercy, grinning goofily as the task was completed!

Mercy stepped forward when Clyde turned around to turn off the TV. When it clicked off and he turned around, she was right there. She brought her hands up to press against his cheeks and pressed her lips right up against his. She opened her mouth and with little shyness tried to invade his mouth and deepen the kiss. Her fingers curled inwardly against his cheeks as she leaned in and pressed her body up against his.

TV was off. No more static in the background. He could catch up on the game later, he was sure. But the moment Clyde turned around he saw the pink haired standing right there in front of him. His eyes widened a bit as he was startled but that would be the last thing on his mind as he felt Mercy's hands at his cheeks before she kissed him. Clyde felt fireworks go off the moment he felt Mercy's lips against his own, not expecting this to happen at all.

His eyes slowly closed and his mouth opened when he felt Mercy's tongue against his lips. He returned her embrace without a though, groaning softly as her fingers curled into his cheeks, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer against him as he kissed her back, holding her tightly.