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Sun and Moon had always been close. Not everyone understood how they got on, one so bright and cheery and the other so mellow and calm. To them, however, these differences only made their bond stronger. A certain completeness that neither questioned.
Sun had opened A Whole Latte Love first. If anyone asked, he would tell them he just wanted the chance to make people smile! Coffee was a great way to bond, after all. But what they didn't know was that his brother loved coffee, and Sun had been making coffees of all types for years in response. Opening a shop just seemed like a natural progression for Sun. Moon was still, to this day, his best customer.
Sun, despite his career, didn't care much for coffee. Moon had learned to make him tea instead, and Sun could never contain his joy when his brother offered him a brand new blend to taste test. Nothing went on Moon’s menu without Sun’s seal of approval. When the shop just across the street from Sun opened up, Moon jumped at the chance to purchase it. Steep Dreams was always graced by the ray of sunshine that was Sun at the end of a long day.
The best part was that both animatronics lived above their shops. They got to be neighbors. They had keys to each other's property, ran errands for one another, even covered for each other on rare occasions. They met for dinner at least two or three times a week at one apartment or the other; getting to talk about their best and worst customers, getting to discuss the market and help each other with business decisions, even just watching a movie together after a long day made all their hard work worth it.
They also got the inside scoop on two particular customers that they had developed massive crushes on, but that was neither here nor there. Moon had never actually met the object of Sun's desire, much to his disappointment.
The point was that both Moon and Sun knew each other's schedules by heart, and every morning Moon would drop by to grab a coffee and drop off Sun's tea, and their days rarely wavered. Knowing this, Moon was shocked when he went to Latte Love only to find it closed on a beautiful, busy Saturday morning.
Moon didn't like to pry into Sun's life too much. As open as they were with one another they still led their own lives, still had their own friend groups and their own hobbies, a boundary neither would cross unless invited. But Moon had also spent a year listening to Sun ramble about the shop needing to be open 7 days a week, "My sunshine will be in, I can't disappoint her!" he would defend in a huff. Sun was smitten, an absolute goner, and as such Moon was perplexed by the suddenly closed shop. He opened as normal, knowing they were due for dinner at his place that night. Sun had never missed their nights together, Sun would drop the world on its ass for Moon if he asked him to, he knew this all too well. Moon sent him a cursory text and watched the shop, but didn't worry too much. Sun was a big boy, he could handle himself just fine.
The day came and went without a text back from Sun, which was unusual in itself. The shop had remained closed. Moon waited for Sun that night, and Sun never showed up for dinner.
Day two arrived with Moon nervously checking his phone again, hoping Sun had answered the second text he'd sent only to see that Sun hadn't even read it. He went across the street to find Latte Love still closed. Moon sent a few more texts through the morning. By the afternoon he was calling Sun's phone, both his cell and the shop, only to be met with voice mails. By the evening Moon was pacing anxiously. He'd never lost contact with Sun before, and though he tried to convince himself that Sun was a grown ass animatronic who had his own life to live, that protectiveness he felt for his brother could not be swayed.
By day three, Moon had had enough. The worry had set into panic overnight. He had to at least check and see if Sun was home, make sure he was okay. What if he'd hurt himself, or needed a maintenance run? Moon needed to be sure.
Moon let himself into Latte Love with his key. The shop was as clean and organized as normal, exactly as Sun would keep it when closed. He checked behind the counter and in the back room, where he spied two objects. Sun's apron on the floor, and his cell phone left behind on the baking counter. When checked, all his calls and texts had gone unseen.
Moon marched himself to the back and up the winding staircase. The staircase was dark, but when he reached the top he could see light peeking out from under Sun's front door. That was slightly encouraging, if nothing else. Moon didn't bother with politeness at this point, however, as he began to pound his fist on Sun's door.
"Sunny?!" He called through the door, "Are you in there?!" Silence. He waited thirty seconds before knocking again, "Sundrop, I swear if you don’t open this door in the next twenty seconds I will– I will open your shop for you and give everyone the wrong order!" He threatened half-heartedly, knowing the key to Sun's apartment rested in his pocket. If Sun didn't answer, he was letting himself in.
His audio processors quickly picked up on the sound of rustling behind the door. Moments later it opened, revealing a slightly disoriented Sun. He seemed groggy, scrubbing the heel of his hand against one of his rays through half lidded eyes, wearing nothing but his boxers.
Moon had to blink a few times to look over his brother's bleary state. He didn't appear to be injured in any way beyond a few scratches on the paint on his shoulders. "Hi Moonie." Sun mumbled sleepily, "What's the matter–" Sun stopped suddenly, his eyes blowing comically wide, "Oh my stars, I missed dinner didn't I?! Oh Moonie, I'm so sorry!"
Moon's anxiety flipped to upset distress in a heartbeat, "What the fuck, Sundrop?!" He growled, "Your shop is closed for three days, you ignore all of my calls and texts, you stand me up for dinner only for me to find you here?!"
"Language, Moonie." Sun chided, his cheeks flushing and shoulders tensing.
"You had me panicking for three days and you're upset about my language ?! Where have you been?! Did you catch that virus again, I swear I told you to stay off the–"
"No, I'm fine!" Sun held out his hands placatingly, "I promise everything is fine, I've just been– been distracted, and–"
"Sunny?" A feminine voice called from around the corner, where Moon knew Sun's bedroom resided, "Everything okay?"
Moon froze as Sun turned, "Just peachy, darling! It's only my brother, won't be but a moment." Sun turned back to Moon, clearly resigned to the situation, "Look, I'm sorry I stood you up, but can this wait? I was having a perfectly wonderful morning before you let yourself into my shop."
Moon laughed. Moon laughed so hard he was practically wheezing, leaning against the wall in perfect defeat. He could have sworn a screw was knocked loose through his cackling. Sun stared at him in response, knowing he deserved it. "Oh, I'll bet you were having a good morning!" Moon gasped in delight, "Had a good few nights too, eh? It's about time you made a move."
"You're one to talk!" Sun hit him in the arm, and Moon snickered. He held Sun's phone out to him, which was quickly snatched from his grasp.
"I am one to talk. I don't care what you do in your off hours Sunny, if you want to skip dinner I wont question you, but next time if you're going to shoot for a sex marathon can you give me some warning? I was scared to death and ten seconds away from walking in on you with your dick out, and I have absolutely no interest in scarring myself for life."
Sun did look embarrassed, if nothing else, and Moon decided that was apology enough, "I will. I just got… caught up."
"I don't blame you. All is forgiven." Moon started back down the stairs, "You owe me dinner in exchange for the emotional distress. Bring your lady friend with you, it's about time we met properly."
Moon was down the stairs before Sun could respond, striding out the door and locking it behind him, chuckling all the way back to his shop. It was time to open for the day anyway, and who knows? Maybe his pretty little bird would come by too.
Wonders never ceased.