Women’s Intuition

"For some reason, I'm really resisting the urge to hit you right now."

Abaddon flipped through the air, spear in hand and surrounded by a flurry of cut up demons.

His graceful movements came to an abrupt end when he landed awkwardly due to the suddenness of Seras' shift in tone.

"What did I do?!" He asked with his brow raised.

"I dunno."

"Seras."

"I'm serious! At one moment I was operating like normal, and now I'm resisting the urge to stab you in the ass!"

Abaddon unknowingly clenched his cheeks and made sure he didn't leave his back towards her.

Seras looked at the green skinned woman who was standing closest to her.

"You're not off the hook either, doe-eyes."

"Hm..?" Eris tilted her head and blinked those big beautiful golden eyes at her.

Seras' cheeks turned just a hair bit redder. "…You are so very lucky that you're cute."