"All I have to say is this. Why, huh?"
An oblique description of the setting: A train station, Victorian-architecture, very smoky in the manner that inspires wistfulness. Valgarb in the vestibule, Xelloss on the platform, speaking now:
"Farewell at a train station is as romantic as it gets."
"In other words, Don't Complain."
"You're riding with the cows?" Slick topic change.
Background noise: "Moo!"
"Good eating on that one. He'll be first."
"Surely you're not going to turn into a dragon the train..."
"Why not?"
A beat.
"Why not, indeed." Xelloss ^_^'d
"AH! What's that smile for?"
"But I'm always like this. Were you... looking for something in my face?"
"Me? Surely not. That's SO out of character, I don't even like you."
"You're going to ruin it, you know." A lightly distressed ^_^;
"What, this fic? Who cares? I'm not the one doing this for some deranged self-appointed miko."
"But can't you play along with a simple situation?"
"Not with YOU involved. And not with your miko involved either... You could drive this train through the plot holes she's written up, that's probably why we're here in the first place. For one thing, season TRY's ended already, and I'm supposed to have been reborn. Why aren't I a baby right now?"
Shrug. "You would've been too adorable."
A whistle-blow and a call.
"You, you're really getting into this, aren't you."
Xelloss only ^_^'d in reply.
Train starts with a few jolts.
Suddenly bashful. "Erm, run after the train, will you?"
"The appropriate gesture." He promptly runs into a post.
"Xelloss!"
Xelloss phases out, appears again, flies alongside the train. "As I was saying..." he says, leaning in.
A running kiss. (Woohoo! We have title!) Resisting the urge to grab the other mazoku and drag him inside... Suddenly bereft of Xelloss' sweet mouth as the speeding train whips away.