[ the laughing helps to assuage his concern but really what gets him to actually relax is the question about the chocolates. he smiles then, cheeky. ]
I put them in my lighthouse.
[ it pops into existence, doing a little spin to flick beads of water onto the flowers in the neighboring planter. the chocolates and all the other assorted accessories he's brought along for this date are completely dry inside. ]
[ Oh, right. Tatara laughs, again, but this time relieved. Without asking or waiting he reaches for the box, his hand still damp.
As he grins up at Aguero, he plucks a chocolate from the container and holds one out for him to eat again. It feels like a distant dream, him remarking about how he likes feeding him, but he's right. ]
I dunno. I just remembered them.
[ Hehe. An overreaction, maybe?
When he sees Aguero eat it, he leans in to plant a light kiss on his wet cheek. ]
[ his cheeks flush a bit as he eats the chocolate, now with the knowledge that tatara genuinely likes feeding him. he's never had anything like this and it feels so warm against the coolness of his skin. ]
Mmn, you deserve it. [ everything. ]
When we dance in the ocean remind me to enchant our clothes. [ with an impero they're mostly dry, though he doesn't bother to do much with his hair aside from wringing out most of the moisture. he's more than capable of completely fixing it with magic at this point, but some things he prefers to do the old fashioned way. ]
[ How he would love to dance in the ocean, among the coral and the azure of the water, to breathe in the magic of the world under the sea and share it with no one but his beloved Aguero.
Tatara is all smiles and his insides are all butterflies; it's hard not to feel this way, after everything. Even when they're dry, he still feels like he'll be carrying a part of the cloud with him in his lungs, in his hair.
Their room. Deep down, he knows that this night will be special, in a different sort of way, from the rest. ]
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I put them in my lighthouse.
[ it pops into existence, doing a little spin to flick beads of water onto the flowers in the neighboring planter. the chocolates and all the other assorted accessories he's brought along for this date are completely dry inside. ]
Do you like chocolate that much?
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As he grins up at Aguero, he plucks a chocolate from the container and holds one out for him to eat again. It feels like a distant dream, him remarking about how he likes feeding him, but he's right. ]
I dunno. I just remembered them.
[ Hehe. An overreaction, maybe?
When he sees Aguero eat it, he leans in to plant a light kiss on his wet cheek. ]
Thank you. For everything.
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Mmn, you deserve it. [ everything. ]
When we dance in the ocean remind me to enchant our clothes. [ with an impero they're mostly dry, though he doesn't bother to do much with his hair aside from wringing out most of the moisture. he's more than capable of completely fixing it with magic at this point, but some things he prefers to do the old fashioned way. ]
Let's go, our room should be ready now.
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Tatara is all smiles and his insides are all butterflies; it's hard not to feel this way, after everything. Even when they're dry, he still feels like he'll be carrying a part of the cloud with him in his lungs, in his hair.
Their room. Deep down, he knows that this night will be special, in a different sort of way, from the rest. ]