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[Let's make this an existing relationship, shall we? Cross-fandom is awesome. So, let's have it be the "real world", where Mafia doesn't involve Pokemon and roller blades aren't weapons and Spitfire is just a (relatively) normal hairdresser who doesn't set fires at night.
He met Dino in some amusingly ordinary way -- they were both coat shopping or something, Spitfire suggested Dino do something about his split ends, and it snowballed from there to this simple, silly little romance. It's autumn again now, and Spit is playing his piano in his posh apartment, with nothing particular planned for the evening. He's considering take-out.]
He met Dino in some amusingly ordinary way -- they were both coat shopping or something, Spitfire suggested Dino do something about his split ends, and it snowballed from there to this simple, silly little romance. It's autumn again now, and Spit is playing his piano in his posh apartment, with nothing particular planned for the evening. He's considering take-out.]