Jirou looked up at the stars. It was the last day at Atobe's beach house, and he was soaking up all the star watching that he could. He'd been asleep all day in preparation, although he was still totally yawning.
The sand moved next to him, shifting him down, and a shadow fell over his face. "Hey," Jirou complained. "Don't block my view of Antares."
"Eh? Really?" Oshitari shifted, mumbling an apology. Then, some blue hair fell across Jirou's face as Oshitari lay next to him, heads together, bodies out like two points to a triangle. "Which one is that?"
"Over there..." Jirou pointed to the scorpion, hanging low in the sky like a warning. "Can't you see the tail?"
Oshitari squinted. No, couldn't see it, even though this was the fifth night in a row he'd invaded Jirou's nighttime occupation. "Hey, where's Lyra again?"
Jirou smiled. "Way over there," he said softly, feeling the blue hair on his skin. "I think I'll miss your silly questions."
Oshitari chuckled, a low purring sound that was almost lost amid the waves.
The sand moved next to him, shifting him down, and a shadow fell over his face. "Hey," Jirou complained. "Don't block my view of Antares."
"Eh? Really?" Oshitari shifted, mumbling an apology. Then, some blue hair fell across Jirou's face as Oshitari lay next to him, heads together, bodies out like two points to a triangle. "Which one is that?"
"Over there..." Jirou pointed to the scorpion, hanging low in the sky like a warning. "Can't you see the tail?"
Oshitari squinted. No, couldn't see it, even though this was the fifth night in a row he'd invaded Jirou's nighttime occupation. "Hey, where's Lyra again?"
Jirou smiled. "Way over there," he said softly, feeling the blue hair on his skin. "I think I'll miss your silly questions."
Oshitari chuckled, a low purring sound that was almost lost amid the waves.
"Yeah," Oshitari rumbled, "me too."
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