Hat Stealing

"You stole my hat." Gil accused, glaring daggers at Break but the man was too busy spinning in circles and eyeing himself in the mirror.

"This looks amazing! Absolutely amazing on me, you have good taste Gilbert." Break said, flashing a smile in the others general direction causing the raven to glower.

"That's not yours." Sharon said idly as she sipped her tea. The bright room seemed to dull somehow with that statement but Break was apparently the only one who didn't notice.

"How come I never get to wear your hat?" Alice demanded, looking as though she's about ready to attack while Oz tried to calm her down.

"Next time he gives his hat to me, I'll let you wear it too." The blond compromised but Alice wasn't having any of that and began to chase the skipping Break around the room. Gilbert placed a hand over his face and took in several deep breaths before placing his other hand on the table where Sharon is currently having her tea.

Running up to Gil, Break brushed his lips against the raven's ear and whispered one measly little sentence before giving the hat back, leaving a blushing Gil in his wake.

"You should let me play with your things more often, but I prefer hard to soft."