myownface | The Causeway, Sunday Evening

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The Causeway, Sunday Evening

Sparkle bounced on his toes as he waited to meet Hernando on the Causeway for their date. He'd... kind of panicked. Being given a couple of days to come up with something good given the date that Hernando had arranged had left him flailing, and now he was second-guessing basically everything, ever. But it was too late to back out now, even if his choice for the evening was less about art and more about ambiance.

He desperately hoped that the place wouldn't be swamped with kids.

He also hadn't even gotten as far as making dinner reservations.

Tonight was going to be interesting, okay?

[OOC: For that guy!]

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Hernando leaned in and kissed Sparkle briefly. "Hey. You. I do not wish to be quietly contemplative when you are here. That is what I do when I wish to be inside my own head and that is not what I wish, when you are here."

Sparkle laughed softly and ducked his head.

"Fair enough," he replied. "If we're on a date and you've gone quietly contemplative, I'm probably doing something wrong."

"Not wrong," Hernando insisted, squeezing his hand again. "Never that. It is only that I prefer to do things together, when I am with you."

A slow smile curved the corners of his mouth, "If we're on a date and I become quiet it is more likely that my words are of a sort that should not be overheard by any save you."

Sparkle blinked, and then looked up again with a playful smirk of his own.

"So if you've gone quiet, I should drag you off somewhere we can be alone, should I?"

Hernando smiled back at him, "If you wish to hear those thoughts then yes, you should."

Sparkle smield right back up at him.

"There's an important thing you should know about me," he offered. "And that thing is that, if I don't want to hear those thoughts for whatever reason, believe me, I'll make damn sure you know about it."

Otherwise? Have at.

"Perhaps it is that I wish to have you drag me off somewhere alone to ask for them," Hernando teased him.

That wasn't really teasing, was it?

Sparkle wasn't going to think of it as teasing. Sparkle was choosing, instead, to think of it as 'permission.'

"Hmm," he replied, a note of approval clear in his voice. "Well, then I think our third date is definitely going to have to be planned accordingly, isn't it?"

Sparkle didn't need permission. He had it anyway.

"Because you wish to see me go quietly contemplative and then drag me off into some dark nook?" Hernando asked warmly.

That could be arranged.

"Weeeeell," Sparkle drawled, "it would be our third date."

Poor Kaidan. Friends with two such completely shameless boys.

"It would be," Hernando agreed, "Just imagine what it would be like if I were not so patient a man."

Yes. Please. Imagine that.

Poor Kaidan indeed.

Sparkle took himself a moment to picture just that, leaning his head back, closing his eyes in thought.

And then just making a very approving noise deep in his throat.

Well since his throat was exposed anyway..

Hernando leaned in to brush a slow but brief kiss up the side of his neck. Murmuring, "Enjoying that picture?"

And that earned a low chuckle from Sparkle, eyes still closed, slow smile creeping over his lips.

"Oh yes," he agreed. "I very much am."

Hernando sighed theatrically. "And no dark corners for me to drag you into here."

Then he purred much more quietly into Sparkle's ear, "I'm glad."

"No dark corners," Sparkle laughed, leaning up against him. "But the trade-off is dragons and happy little wormy fish buddies."

Eels. Eels, Sparkle.

"Which were only in this one small part of the building," Hernando smiled at him, "There is still so much more to see."

They weren't going to make it through the whole thing if they kept on like this. Hernando didn't mind in the least. They could always come back.

So far they'd made it through the front door and had their picture taken by a random teenage kid.

They weren't going to get out of this one small part of the building, at this rate.

"There is," Sparkle agreed, taking Hernando's hand again. "Should we pick a direction and go? Maybe make it a challenge to see if there are any dark corners here?"

There wouldn't be. But what if there were?

Hernando wound his fingers with Sparkle's. "Mmhm. You lead. I dragged you to the sea dragons. The next part should be your choice."

There was always after. They could find dark corners somewhere if they put their minds to it.

"Hell yeah," Sparkle laughed. "There's an exhibit about the North Atlantic and I hear it's got puffins. Puffins! They're like sea toucans!"

And who didn't like a good sea toucan?

"I have only ever seen them on a stamp," Hernando confessed, "Let us go see the sea toucans!"

Sparkle was going to be so sad when he learned that the happy sea toucans almost exclusively ate the happy wormy fishy friends.

"Yessss!"

Sparkle wasn't quite dragging Hernando in that direction, nah. But it was a near thing.

It probably made them happy to have wormy fishy friends in their fat little toucan tummies though.

Hernando laughed and strode quickly along with him. "Do they do a program with them?"

"I don't think so," Sparkle said, and now he was pouting for all of three seconds. "But still! Puffins!"

What wasn't to like, right?

"Perhaps they have a suggestion box on the way out," Hernando consoled him.

The smell, Sparkle. The smell of puffins was not to like. The birds themselves hell yes. The stench, no.

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