[CLOSED] It's quick. It's clean. It's pure.

[chronomancer]

Characters: The waffailsprits, Jade!Eridan Ampora and Yellow!Equius Zahhak.
Setting: Floor 8, the forest.
Format: Action.
Summary: In which marksmanship and shooting lessons are interrupted because Equius hair is a crime against humanity and Eridan has run out of spare sunglasses at long last.
Warnings: Awkward, awkward teens in love. Also brushes and hairbands and long-winded bitching about the cold.

[Eridan is a few minutes late to his appointment with Equius - it's not a date, none of them are dates, can his brain please stop making this weird - for the first time since they began. He walks down the staircase and into the snowed floor of the forest, rifle already in hand.]

Sorry.

[He's trying really hard not to make this weird and hoping Equius won't say anything about it, but it's kind of hard not to considering he feels so goddamn naked as it is.]

Ready for this?

Comments

[geometry]

So does that mean you'll just keep going and not know when to stop?

[Another pitiful attempt at Equius humor. Also, he'd be honored to know that you creep so much on him, Eridan. Really. He'd be touched.]

[chronomancer]

[Eridan smiles wryly.]

I never know when to stop anyway, so that's not a big difference from my usual.

[I don't know that's sad or facepalm-worthy so I'm just going to shake my head and go Equius under my breath.]

[geometry]

Yes, but now you're doing something more productive than watching and rewatching terrible movies. This is an improvement.

[That is the most appropriate reaction to Equius at, literally, any point in time.]

[chronomancer]

[Ow, Equius, don't hit under the belt, man.]

Dunno, I usually keep out of people's hair. Pun wholly intended.

[geometry]

And yet, somehow, you get tangled up with me anyway.

[Oh god.]

[chronomancer]

[Very, very quietly.]

Yeah, but I like you.

[Suddenly staring very intently at the hair in his hands, ducking his hair and totally not blushing, yup.]

[geometry]

[Oh. Well.]

...Uh. Thank you.

I.

Like you too.

[And this is the closest they will ever, ever get to vocally expressing their love.]

[chronomancer]

[He's just going to hum a little in agreement and continue with his task, slowly climbing up Equius hair.]

So it's okay if I don't want to get out of your hair, then?

[geometry]

I guess. If you don't want to.

[...Eridan was right, this is relaxing.]

[chronomancer]

Well, I'm glad we're on the same page about that.

[You're never gonna get rid of him, kid.]