#culinari

While this was certainly not like any party Linus had been to before -- way too much silk and glitter, not nearly enough raunchy drinking songs -- it was pretty fun. The rodents scurrying around with drinks and food were sort of funny, once you got used to them. The music was a perfect mix of slower, close songs and faster, more vibrant ones so even if you didn't like or know how to work with one, you could get in on the next.

Now, Linus hadn't ever bothered to learn proper steps to anything like Lloyd had on the rare occasion they'd had to blend into some gaudy event to take care of a target, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to dance. He was just more familiar with the group dances one got up to in smaller villages at harvest festivals and the like. Or the grinding and passionate dances that blurred in his memory from too good nights.

Either way, there was a buzz under his skin, making him feel flushed and like he just...had to...do something!

The last song finished up, and the bug band responsible for the music shifted to something absurdly energetic and peppy. A couple of the chitinous creatures even got up as they settled into the new song, little claws tip-tapping away as they played on the move.

Well, fuck it, why not?

Not even really looking at the poor sap he was about to drag into this, Linus grabbed the -- guy? yeah, hey man, hope you're ready to dance right now -- by the hand and pulled him in behind the small entourage of cricket musicians. He didn't know the song at all, but it was a simple beat and with electricity pulsing in time in his veins, Linus just did what felt natural -- or unnatural? magic was fucked, so who knew -- and went along with the vibes!

Far from wishing to be at the center of it all, he approached Zelkov who was standing in not-so-hidden corner. Taking off his glove and letting the mark of wind enjoy the air for once, he reached with it towards him. "Zelkov," He bowed, the hand still standing high for him to take. "Would you perhaps like to share a dance with me?"

Zelkov found there to be an endless amount of interesting outfits and people to observe. He wasn’t Louis, but he didn’t mind taking a brief reprieve on the sidelines. Bunet’s offer softened Zelkov’s passive stare into a soft smile, taking his hand and letting his fire mark also flare, their necklaces mutually blooming. The song was slow and leisurely, just the sort for keeping each other company.

“I would *indeed*.” Zelkov let Bunet lead them into a slow dance, just two in a sea of other dancers. There was something about Bunet’s presence he couldn’t quite parse out, something calming against the visual and literal noise all around them.

It didn’t take Zelkov much adjustment to lean his head on Bunet’s shoulder, tension immediately draining from his body, at rest while still subconsciously following the leisurely steps.

Bunet sat in silence and focused gaze hearing Zelkov talk about one of his many passions or pursuits as he so called it. Although interested in the topic—the process of making medicine, one he wasn't adept on, he found himself losing the string of the monologue he had been so focused on at the beginning. The way in he put emphasis on selected words was peculiar he was fond of it, that trait made him lovingly unique.

He opened his mouth to ask a question over the few words he had managed to hear at the split moment he shook of the simply joy found in looking at him. But because of it he kept quiet, instead he reached for his cheek giving it a gentle brush with his thumb before leaning in connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

He moved back, the hand that had just rested on Zelkov's cheek covering his mouth as he let out an awkwardly cleared his throat. "Pardon me. The way in which you spoke simply made you look... appetizing—" He coughed once more, this time loudly. "Ahem, what were you saying?"

Zelkov often spoke with the mannerisms of the stage when interacting in every day life. His own playfulness with words and his love for flair and elegance sometimes lost people, as he could still remember Ivy's expression when he'd presented her with medicine. In her defense, maybe he should have toned it down a little with someone who was having headaches, but it was his *personality.*

He spoke, at length, absorbed in the process of making medicine, glad to ramble on to someone who was interested.

He stilled at the soft touch on his cheek, and then his mind went blissfully into the clouds when Bunet kissed him. As smooth as Bunet's voice, the kiss was sweet and satisfying. Zelkov raised an eyebrow when Bunet pulled back.

Appetizing?

Well, what was a little of this between friends?

"Then *where* is the main course?" he asked, leaning in for a kiss of his own planting it firmly on Bunet's lips, half lidded eyes and a hint of a coy smirk on his lips.

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