"If you fall, I am in no position to save you," Motoki warned her, watching nervously as she leaned over the edge, teetering on the rails in her stiletto pumps, barely hanging on. He said that, but of course, he was ready to dash to the rescue like the perfect boyfriend he was.

Minako ignored him of course, as was her prerogative. "What's that spinny spiral shell? Naughty Lush?"

Motoki snorted, wondering if she was trying to be cute and suspecting that was the case. "I think you mean nautilus."

She nodded vigorously, making his stomach lurch in case all of her hair threw her off balance. "Yeah, that thing. That's what it looks like, don't you think?"

He shrugged although she couldn’t see it. "To be honest, I'm paying more attention to my girlfriend who is either trying to kill herself or her boyfriend," Motoki groused, frowning. "Minako, why don't you get off that thing?"

"Because it bothers you," she said very frankly.

Motoki scowled. Of course. “I mean it. I won’t save you.”

She scoffed at him, tossing her hair, once again setting him on edge. She spared him a quick glance so that he could see her roll her eyes at him. “As if I need you to save me. I can save myself, thanks very much.”

That was true of course. She was more likely to save him than the other way around. Then again, he wasn’t balancing on a thin metal railing in three inch heels, now was he? He’d only done that once, and tequila was all to blame for it.

“If you crack your skull open on the way down, you won’t,” he warned her.

She was getting very irritated with him now. She put her hand on her hip, and he started to move forward. “Honestly, Motoki. You’re such a worrywart. I am not going to--"

Naturally, tempting fate as she had been doing resulted in her doing the very thing she had been about to say she wouldn’t do. She lost balance and began to teeter forward, flailing her arms to try and keep herself level. She was having minimal success. “Motoki, help!”

Motoki all but flew forward, wrapping both arms around her waist and pulling her off the rail before she plummeted to certain doom. He held her above his head an awkward angle for a moment, too shaken to move.

He got over that quickly.

He spun her around, glaring and shaking and almost spitting. He slid her down so that their eyes were on level and came as close to yelling as he ever got. “I told you to get away from the ledge! I told you it wasn’t safe! Why don’t you listen to me? Do you have any idea how scared…”

He trailed off when he noticed she was trying very hard not to giggle.

His face fell. “You were joking.”

Minako allowed herself to giggle, looping her arms around his neck. “Of course, silly. I’m a gymnast, as you are so very well acquainted with. I’m not going to lose my balance. Not even in these shoes.”

Motoki sighed, wanting to be angry with her, but lacking the energy. Heart attacks could do that to a man. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.”

She laughed again, leaning forward so that their noses were touching. “Yeah, but what a way to go.”