#ew!!!!!

the door creaks , and the dark is interrupted by gold ; floodlights in an otherwise pitch black home . a trill starts low in his throat , and he offers a response in a flash lights upon his own skin , dimmer - and wood creaks as he moves close . she's so pretty , illuminated in each flash of light , and he's so lucky . to be the fish akaza pays attention to .

" akaza . " a low rumble . he doesn't like talking , not as much as his husband , but that name is an exception , beautiful when it leaves his tongue . the rest is more of a grumble than anything , but the message is clear .

' missed you . '

-did someone order a devoted house fishband . no ? oh . oops

he is filthy. not an uncommon sight -- blood and viscera remaining from a successful day of eating. feet trudge the dark dirt below his feet. he is heading to him -- to his home. how strange to refer to an old, ugly house as such. how strange to want to go back to it, time and time again. but akaza's feet are carrying him over there, to home.

the house is within his sight, and soon the door is within his reach. he pushes it open -- quieter than normal, lest he scare the beautiful siren inside. golden eyes illuminate giyuu's face as they finally catch sight of him, and a smile comes onto his face. there is so little for akaza to smile for. but for his husband? he will smile, he will laugh, he will feel. only for him.

" giyuu. " akaza speaks the most for the two of them. he boasts and brags loudly. but his voice is lowered, softened, a tone saved just for him. his feet carry him closer, closing the distance between him and giyuu -- until arms are wrapped around him tightly, chest to chest, noses bumping. a low purr to match giyuu's, and he doesn't need to say a response as lips press against giyuu's softly.

missed you too.