“What?” Dragonfly scoffs. “No way. Just taking a walk.”

“Uh huh,” Moth murmurs. He watches the other for a few quiet seconds, takes in how his feet press to the pond’s surface but never break it. It’s fascinating, if he’s being honest with himself. Admiration is a struggle, though, given the way the dragonfly is teasing him.

Moth waits a moment longer, and then spreads his wings, lifting into the air. Flight is the only way he can comfortably make his way to Dragonfly.

“So nice of you to join me,” Dragonfly teases, holding out one hand toward the moth. Moth accepts, for just a moment, tangling their fingers together before pulling his hand away.

“You’re a brat,” Moth chides with a gradually broadening smirk. He dips in toward Dragonfly quickly, if not a little clumsily, and thankfully his kiss finds its mark. He presses his lips gently to the other’s cheek, and leans back and away with a tiny giggle.

He had hoped it would surprise Dragonfly, but he hadn’t expected such a little thing to make him lose his grip on the water. Moth’s hands come up to muffle his giddy gasp, the red under his eyes suddenly much brighter and stretching across the bridge of his nose as Dragonfly slips into the pond. He’s still giggling into his palms when Dragonfly breaks the surface again, sputtering and flushed.

“Very funny,” the dragonfly huffs, watching as Moth touches down on the shore again. He swims until his feet touch the bottom, then heaves himself out of the water all together. He offers Moth another small grin, lifting his soaked wings and fluttering them quickly, shaking the water out of them and intentionally smattering the moth with the cast-off.

Moth shields himself as well as he can with his arms and hands and wings, giggling again. “I thought it was funny,” he admits, and he offers the other a fond smile when his arms come away from his face.

“I guess I kind of deserved it, huh?” Dragonfly chuckles, tugging his goggles down around his neck and slicking his wet hair back.