#spyblooded

Itsuki was eating a cookie during the time in which his cafe was empty and quiet, so when he heard the bell ring indicating a customer he threw the dessert into the not-so-near trash can and wiped off his face. His face was tinted red from the embarrassment, but beside that there was no other reaction.

He looked over at the young man who had walked into the store,” Welcome to the Lighthouse Cafe. What can I get for you?”

   “I have to ask...do you just get me drunk for your own entertainment? You

     don’t exactly listen to me or anyone else when we mention that I’m not a

     strong drinker.” Leaning into Niino more than the couch they’re sitting on,

     Jean rests his head against the blue haired male in full trust, the faintest,

Neff takes a bite of her macaron, staring at the older man across from her at the table, and waving it around as she speaks again.

“You photographer types can be so creepy sometimes. You know someone for so long that at some point them taking pictures of you is second nature. Don’t even KNOW half the shots being taken because ‘yeah that’s just my friend doing their thing’. You’ve almost got me doing that with you now.....ALMOST.” The confectionery is pointed at him before the piece returns to her mouth.

“That’s how we met after all.  Birds and photography.”

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       He couldn’t remember the last time he had been to the beach. Judging by the fact that the silhouette of his father was clear in his memory of it, though, he was sure it had been at least twenty years prior, before or just right after Jean Otus became the center of his life.

       It took him completely by surprise when Jean asked him to meet with him there, but even when he didn’t have the slightest idea of what the blond man’s reasons could be (he did consider the possibility that a reason wasn’t really necessary and it would make perfect sense if the other just wanted to have quality time with his best friend in a relaxing environment), he made sure to be there early.

      Sitting in the sand right at the edge of the water, bare feet buried where the sea would caress them with every rise up, his eyes fixed in a spot far beyond the line where the water and the sky collided, heart content with the view, the feeling of the moment and the company of the one whose mere existence gave meaning to his lonely life.

    “I’d say I only came because you asked, but we both know that’s not exactly true.” The tease was evident in his tune as he spoke, also accentuated by the slight grin present in his lips. “Why did you want me to be here?”

   The question doesn’t exactly bother him, but he has to wonder if there had

     to be a reason. Niino often was with him anyway, he had been for year

     after year whether Jean had been aware of it or not, but...like he’d thought

     before, there was something special about directly asking.

   Digging his toes in the sand, uniform sleeves and pant legs rolled up, jacket

     discarded somewhere nearby, Jean had let himself relax completely. It was

     obvious that, with Niino and Lotta (who had insisted she should come since

     he was inviting Niino) he wasn’t so tight and unwilling to break. It was good

     to see Jean like this.

   “Does there have to be a reason?” he questions while resting his chin on

     top of his knees, eyes glancing out at the open sea. It was so vast and

     Jean loved it. It would’ve been nice if they had such a thing in Bādon. “I

     always want you around me. Besides Lotta, you’re the closest person to