It's called a Rhombus

Finally, the house is excitingly rushed into after his boyfriend is in. “Yeaaaaah. I’ve been pretty slow with repairs. Shoulda done this sooner.” Nothing is in this house, the wood floors are done, walls are painted some cream color. The only furniture is an uncomfortable looking couch in the living room. There’s three bedrooms, two bathrooms an upstairs and a large kitchen.

Jay had looked over the home, ooos and aaahs escaping him, until he came back to the living room with the sofa. “N’ You did this all for me? Aw, ya really shouldn’t have. I missed ya, nerd. I didn’t know you were workin’ on this for so long. Thank ya.”

The short guy is followed around by a happy and proud man, who is there to discredit himself at any time. "I did, and I needed you. An apartment isn't a great place ta live, baby. Just thought you'd like a place a' yer own. I missed you too and of course you didn't know, wouldn't be a surprise if you did. All that's left is the roof and tiles." Jay can help with that if he wants to.

Though, he did want to see the house. “C’mon – let’s go see what you’ve been workin’ on.” The smaller guy decided to march off in the direction of the house, peeking his head in and stepping inside, eyes wide as he took in the details.

Finally, the house is excitingly rushed into after his boyfriend is in. "Yeaaaaah. I've been pretty slow with repairs. Shoulda done this sooner." Nothing is in this house, the wood floors are done, walls are painted some cream color. The only furniture is an uncomfortable looking couch in the living room. There's three bedrooms, two bathrooms an upstairs and a large kitchen.

He wrapped his arms around the taller man and gave him a big hug, nuzzling his face into his chest, gushing with happiness because damn, Rhombus! You are so cute! “What’d ya do here?” He said, pulling back and looking up at him. “Did ya do all this fer me?”

Earlier last month Rhombus refused to what the man asked, but… He’s given it some thought. Now Rhombus was at some place he found when multi verse jumping, gotta admit it’s pretty. A large wooden deck and abandoned house next to a wide lake or ocean, honestly he doesn’t give a shit which it is. All this week he’d set up lights, cleaned, planted flowers, busted some things too… The man isn’t perfect, give him a break. Ivy and black roses wrapped around the railings with some kind of blue flower, no idea what those are. They were there when he got here. Okay, moving on, for the first time ever this backyard kind of guy was in fairly nice slacks, dress shoes, and a tucked in purple button down. Tucked in mind you! It took actual will to throw that on. A white sticky patch over the eye he couldn’t use and hair neatly tied back, hell cologne is even sprayed on. You better like this, Jay! Also a few gifts were hidden in the wrecked house.

But he turned around then; Oh, a house! Wow. The place was obviously abandoned and fixed up – not perfect in condition, but he could tell it had been worked on to look nice. A small smile came onto his face and there was a chuckle from him. “Shit, man. Rhomby! Where are ya?” His voice lowered a bit, staring around in awe. “Ya done some pretty good work on this shit, damn.”

whatcha need?

you want me to dress the fuck up real quick and visit those coords?

whatcha need?

shhhh rhomby.i know i kill ya with boredom but still

shhhh rhomby.i know i kill ya with boredom but still

After another sip of tea to buy some time as he tried to remember the correct terminology for the question he wanted to ask.   “So are your red-blooded president and vice president elected, or are they chosen by other means?”

Rhombus glanced around for a moment, looking right back at the other when he spoke again.  “They are elected after vigorous tests and challenges of skill. Anyone who has lived here for over ten years can run, no matter the blood color and yes that means children try to become the new president, however that rarely happens. We’ve just noticed that it’s mostly been red bloods that run everything, so there was a study done, showing that they were a bit more intellectual than blue bloods. And the stereotype was born.”  

The question about blood caught him slightly off guard, not that he gave any outward indication of his surprise. “It’s red. I think the old Queen’s blood was blue though.  And the new Queen’s is pinkish. Why, what color is yours?”

The pale as paper man seems like this is a normal thing to talk about, seeing nothing weird at all. “Woah. Red blood is so interesting! Mine’s blue. But If you want to know the odd thing about red blood here is that it’s for the few people that are higher than most people. Like CEO’s and the president or vice. It’s so rare and pretty.”    

He wasn’t great at telling a smirk from a regular smile, so he took the look on Rhombus’s face as a good sign. “Checkers works as an example too, I suppose.  The metaphor matters less than the point, which is that I would spend hours trying to out think myself, which would be a terrible way to spend an afternoon.”

“So fucking fetch”

So does my aunt.