12. Their diary
"N-Nein! Give zhat back!" Berrin demanded, tensing as he saw his diary within the other’s hands. "Zhat has p-private zhings in it!"
"She vorks vizh me at Teufort base. Zhats vhere ve first met, actually!" Berrin rubbed his chin in thought, not noting the grin still plastered on his lips.
"Pumpkin is a very kind and gentle woman. But also playful and silly vonce you get to know her a bit more." he glanced down to the diary in his hands, feeling the leather cover with his thumb. "But um… don’t get on her bad side. I learned my lesson vizh zhat."
Wesley raised her eyebrows at the last string of Berrin’s words. Her nose scrunched up in confusion, and she couldn’t help but be fairly wondrous about “Pumpkin’s bad side”.
"If you don’t mind me asking… Why? What happened?" The Brit asked, her bottle green eyes glittering with interest in what seemed to be a darkening topic.
"Honestly, I can’t remember." Berrin admitted, shrugging. "I said somezhing zhat offended her… I can’t remember vhat, zhough. It vas a long time ago." He blinked at the woman curiously.
"Vhy are you get so interested in Pumpkin all of a sudden?" He questioned, placing a hand on his hip and raising a brow.
"She sounds nice, and I’m just curious. Why do youuu ask?" The Siren shot back lightly, sniffing at the sudden question from the Medic.
"It’s not as if I’m going to gain anything other than a good idea of- your girlfriend? Is that who she is to you, or something more…?" Wesley asked, not even sure at this point if Pumpkin and Berrin were close enough to be something much more than boyfriend and girlfriend.
The chances of that dawned on her, and she realized how dumb of a question that seemed. Inwardly smacking herself, the Brit sighed through her nose.