#bitextuals

Well, he trusted Clark enough to be around as he indulged in his own comfort, it’s the reason why he invited the man over the edge of Amnesty Bay, after all—right along the beach that the lighthouse was overshadowing. The question is, really, is if Clark trusted him enough; granted that he’s still all bundled up even when Arthur was clear that he’s gonna take the man out for a nice afternoon swim and he’s already in the water. So, with him taking on the lead to convince the Man of Steel to stop getting his mighty brawn all packed and tense, Arthur flexed as he reached below the surface; his wet pecs bunching on as he squirmed and bobbed unto the lulling rolls of the surface until a form bounce of his chest finally gave way to a smile.

“Come on, Clark!” Arthur called out to the man on the shore as he hauled his soaked jeans out of the water and with his own strength, tossed it right at Clark where it landed right before his feet. “—there’s no one here, not for damn miles!” he chuckled as he let his silvery eyes weigh on the other as he waited.

The two symbiotes were seperated and in the case of this lucky symbiote a man who came to put out their mess. He had noticed the symbiote in the wreckage and had kept him stowed away from his comrades. Now they were in a well lit room, it appeared to be a resting area for the man who puts out fires. The symbiote slowly moved around the desk looking up at the man.