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It’s the beautiful end of a sunny July Tuesday. The golden sun is setting over the Wumpa Islands after a chemist’s long and productive workday, in the peaceful company of his spiritual guardian.
Aku would happily observe the man intricately at work from an appropriate distance, quietly floating through the workspace, until every now and then he’d be met by his smiling eyes - eager for him to come take a closer look as his experiment entered a new phase, enthusiastically explaining his findings and new hypotheses while his concoctions bubbled and steamed through systems of glass and copper.
Nitrus' experiments genuinely intrigued the shaman. Neither could fully explain the other's kind of abilities, and so they'd spend countless hours enjoying each other's presence, exchanging knowledge, passion, curiosity. Admiration. Affection.
There's a serene atmosphere in the laboratory, low sunrays trickling into the castle tower. Aku's content gaze rests on the stunning view of the shades of pink on the golden horizon, the vibrant colors embracing the greens of the jungle and the blues of the ocean. It never bored the ancient spirit. His glistening golden aura intensifies as Aku takes in the beauty, and allows himself to experience the sun's warmth, and the breeze's scent, his face relaxing further.
Aside from the gentle stirring and bubbling of fumes and fluids, and the occasional clicks of tools and soft chuckles and hums coming from the busy scientist, a soothing piano melody hugging a gentle lofi beat softly fills the air like a pleasant whisper.
After turning a dial, Nitrus satisfiedly smiles at his contraption of pipes while taking off his gloves, it's time to leave it overnight. He looks back at Aku, parting his lips to call for him. But he swallows the sound as soon as he sees the mask, floating by the window, softly swaying from side to side. It's ever so subtle, but unmistakably rhythmical.
A look of pure adoration takes control of the man's weary face.
He silently watches the mask's gentle wave-like movements to the sweet lofi hiphop beat for a moment longer.
"Hehe…" he can no longer resist, his soft deep laugh escaping him, calmly making his way over to Aku.
"Are you ..d-dancing, Aku?"
The floating wooden spirit calmly turns to face his lover as he nears, his zen expression growing into a wider smile at the sight. "-It appears I am," Aku softly chuckles, a little surprised himself, his rhythmic sway still gently rocking the mask.
The shaman's chuckle ignites more giggles in Nitrus, their distance now closed, as he begins to sway along in Aku's waves, a blush coloring his cheeks red. Nitrus lets his eyes fall shut, enjoying the moment, vibing with his beloved.
A calm breath escapes his mouth at the touch of Aku's magical warmth cupping his dreaming face. Nitrus' small hands reach up instinctively to cradle the wooden effigy as their lips softly meet.