#mscrshipping

“Dude, the air is very thick in here”

Max pushes the curtains out of the way and the hot air hits him in the face. He hopes the camera doesn’t blur and that the bitrate’s staying stable enough to support the stream.

“Why are there chains?” Hax asks beside him as they break through the last curtains and enter the warm humid air of the butterfly house.

There’s people there, so Max makes an effort to turn the camera away from them and towards the many butterflies flitting around.

He doesn’t know how well people on stream can see them but it’s stunning. 

Sure he’s seen butterflies before but, “Oh my god, they’re everywhere”

He moves to look around Hax close on his heels as a really pretty red and black butterfly flies across the small path. Max wishes he had listened better as his mother told him about all the different butterflies so he could say what type it was, just while he flows it with the camera, cooing at it.

Suddenly a butterfly charges at him and he’s slipping back into the entertainer role fast as he jokes about it and the one on the ceiling.

Max turns to Hax and grins at him.

Wants to joke while taking a last slow shot over the tropical plants all around.

But he feels stopped in his tracks as butterflies surround Hax’s face almost looking like they’re sitting down on his silky hair.

And fudge, he is forcefully reminded of his own bisexuality, because wow.

Max feels himself blushing a little and he’s more than happy that he will be able to cool down away from the camera on the way out.

Like obviously he knows Hax is beautiful and handsome, they do have this - for the lack of a better descriptor - weird half dating half something else thing going on, but he wasn’t hit by it like this before.

Because the sunlight through the smudged glass ceiling hits him perfectly, lighting his dark hair up like a halo.

The butterflies make him look like an ancient deity.

Well, except for the sweater and sweatpants at least.

Not that he doesn’t like it, it just doesn’t fit with the deity simile.

But what analogies are even logical with Hax.

Hax tilts his head at him, visually confused, and Max does his best to smile at him, making sure to keep the camera in motion so the stream doesn’t catch up with his slip up.

Hax is beautiful. That’s a realization.

Maybe this is a date, too, not just their getting food beforehand but also this stream. Because if it weren’t he sure as heck wouldn’t have had a bi panic in a butterfly house.

“It was really hot in there.”

Max comments as they leave through the opposite curtains and chains.

It’s still stream. It’s still work.

Even if he kinda feels like on a date.

It can be both. For sure.

“Yeah” Hax answers and for a short moment Max ponders on whether or not he should tell Hax later what he just thought.

He probably will. Hax deserves to know.