[ With nothing but water on them, Zephir moves back in to wrap his arms around Theo above the shoulders, a kiss to his lips — something from a friend turned lover, not a stranger who made Theo hang on tight while railing him over the window.
Then a bug flies around them, avoiding the water. It finds a safe spot on the tile, stopping, skittering, stopping again. It looks… metallic, almost, wings a vibrant blue, head a brownish orange. Zephir thinks he's very clever, playing on Theo's dance with his eye color. In their hug, Zephir rests his cheek on the younger man. ]
That lovely creature over there. You call it a Jewel Beetle. It reminds me of you, I think.
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Then a bug flies around them, avoiding the water. It finds a safe spot on the tile, stopping, skittering, stopping again. It looks… metallic, almost, wings a vibrant blue, head a brownish orange. Zephir thinks he's very clever, playing on Theo's dance with his eye color. In their hug, Zephir rests his cheek on the younger man. ]
That lovely creature over there. You call it a Jewel Beetle. It reminds me of you, I think.