Eyyyyy-

"Abel."

"Yes?"

"You owe me lima puluh ribu for that tea."

"That's kinda expensive, isnt it?"

"Yeah cause it has a secret ingredient."

"What—"

dirga stood up and walked over to abel's chair and bent down to kiss him on the lips. Abel grabbed Dirga's neck to deepen the kiss, tongues sweet and slow. Dirga broke off, lips wet and eyes heavy. "You can stay here, it seems the rain wont let up until morning."

"Your sofa is uncomfortable to sleep on," Abel answered dumbly.

"Well it's a good thing we won't get any sleep tonight, then."

once, in the past, with all the sincerity of a youth, dirga asked abel if he's a dedemit. "...excuse me?" "your eyes," Dirga pointed to his own eyes. "They're always changing colors! Like a glass marble. It's very pretty but people saying its creepy. like a dedemit."

there was a silence as abel was too shocked with the question to answer. So dirga busied himself with playing with the grass blades between his toes.

"so?"

"so what?"

"are you? a dedemit?"

abel, who was already quite familiar to know what the word meant, only sighed.

Abel grasped Dirga's hands and put it on his own face. "A ghost could not be this corporeal, right? a ghost is cold and you can feel how warm my skin is."

'Yes, every night as you embrace me,' Dirga thought to himself. outloud, he only said, "Mm, you're right."

But even after that Dirga did not remove his hands from Abel's face, instead he continued to caress and brush his own fingers along Abel's jaw and cheeks. Abel did not protest.

"But it's still like magic," Dirga said. "Your eyes and all its pretty color. very unlike human."

Under the sunlight, Abel's eyes glimmered and glinted. An array of blue, green, and everything in between showed themselves to Dirga.

'I love it,' Dirga thought as Abel moved closer.