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Cuteguy runs as fast as he can, neglecting his other choice of transport which would be ten times faster than using his feet; however, it was exclusive, as it was only to be used when really needed. And at this time? Not so much. The scent of wet earth after rain fills his nose, he hears himself and Hotguy trample on puddles simultaneously.
“Stop running my parrot! I’m getting tired!” Hotguy sarcastically complains, the r of “tired” getting stretched out as if he’s a kid. Despite that, he trails after him, lacking behind a few feet away, just about in arms reach but not quite yet. The nickname had come to him naturally after seeing his ethereal wings when they were heroic partners.
“Pfft, yeah right!” Cuteguy chuckles to himself as they continue to play their daily chase sequence of Cuteguy running from Hotguy. Cuteguy quickly takes notice of an alleyway a few feet ahead. Huh, haven’t seen that before… he takes a mental note of what he thought would be an escape route, stomps with his right foot, and bolts towards the alleyway. He would soon regret making that choice, and in all fairness he could’ve avoided if he wasn’t such a sucker for risk taking.
“Shit.” Cuteguy whispers under his breath, he’s been cornered. What he thought would be an endless maze of backroom buildings, was actually just a dead end, and of course Hotguy just had to cover his only exit. But actually, would this be his only exit?
“You’re cornered birdie, there’s nowhere to run.” Hotguy pants, obviously out of breath as he stands in front of his current rival, Cuteguy turns to face him and slouches against the wall behind him. Steadily getting up again. “Well my Hotguy,” Cuteguy slowly approaches him, looking up at him while bringing his hand up to Hoyguy’s chin, forcing him to look down at Cuteguy. His currently purple orbs threaten the eyes that are hidden behind goggles. Cuteguy’s fingers on Hotguy’s chin slowly caress it as if he was scratching a cat.
“I think you forgot that I always have an escape on me.” Hotguy’s heart rate increases drastically, the red on his face hopefully being covered by the lack of light. Yet through all his emotion, Hotguy struggles to understand what Cuteguy is talking about, tilting his head in confusion out of reflex.
Cuteguy sighs and points to his wings unamused as they slowly appear from his back. It’s as if someone had turned up the opacity of them but in real time. The gorgeous feathers appear; black fading into pink in an ombre effect, the wings not only appear from his back but the sides of his head. The colors compliment his outfit; the black compression tank-top stopping just before his shoulders leaving them exposed, the “sleeves” aren’t connected to his shirt, instead they start at his mid-tricep and end at the start of his knuckles, leaving him fingerless gloves. The sleeves follow with the ombre of black and pink, his shorts the hottest pink with lighter pink lace and bows at the end. Leggings trail after his shorts with another matching black-pink fade. His white high-heel boots with pink wings at the top. And of course, you could never forget the pink bow at his nape and his heart belt.
Before responding, Hotguy really takes in the masterpiece in front of him. God he really is unreal… How can he look so good but so mischievous at the same time. He thinks as he stares at Cuteguy, who takes quick notice to his ogling and snaps to get Hotguy’s attentions back, which works.
“Oh.” Hotguy flinches at the sudden sound, he immediately looks at Cuteguy’s wings, trying to take in all of its beauty before he flies away, which he 100% expects. But hey, isn’t he supposed to catch him? What the hell is he doing?!
“Wait, no this isn’t how this dynamic is supposed to go!” But he’s too late, in the few seconds he was thinking and totally not daydreaming of Cuteguy having a future with him and living with him and having two cats with him and growing old with him and- no. Stop. That’s enough Scar.
Anyways, by that time, Cuteguy had already flown up a few feet. Surprised that Hotguy was so phased he didn’t notice him slowly ascending. “Maybe you’ll get me next time if you use your only two brain cells, bye Love Bug ~” Cuteguy flies away leaving Hotguy dumbfounded, flabbergasted even. And incredibly. INCREDIBLY. Flustered at the new nickname he was just given. As Cuteguy gets smaller and smaller in the night sky, Hotguy mentally beats himself up.
“Stupid Cuteguy and his stupid wings and his stupid laugh and his stupid smile and his stupid eyes and AUGGHHHHHHHHH” Hotguy groans as he starts climbing the alleyway’s fire escape staircases. His rambling continues even as he reaches the rooftop, a nearby resident even shouting “If you like him so much, why don’t you just marry him!” and shutting their window as loudly as he could. Hotguy pretends not to hear that and ignores the burn on his face as if we would totally not do what that dude said.
“I don’t get it, why did we have to end up like this?” He continues to mumble to himself significantly quieter this time, and plops down on the edge of the roof, his feet dangling and hands rest behind him. He slowly looks up and finds himself staring into a sea of stars. “Huh, there's the little dipper… where’s the big dipper?” He scans the sky, almost ignoring the incoming call of his mini monitor in the form of a wristband glove thing. It was Cub. Hotguy gives up his search for the constellation as he accepts the call.
“Hello?”
“Scar? Are you done with your chase yet? It’s been 4 hours, it's your bedtime.”
“Wha- I do NOT have a bedtime and you’re not my mom”
“Nuh uh, just come back to HQ I can see that damage on your leg.”
Hotguy looks down at his leg, he didn’t notice the mechanics were actually acting up. “Oopsies! Okay I’m on my way, don’t lock me out again”
Cub yawns, “I don’t know man, I’m getting kinda sleepy…”
“CUB DON’T YOU DA-”
Call Ended.
Hotguy makes a face at his forearm, visibly pissed. “Man.” Hotguy scoffs, stands up and dusts himself off, he takes a quick look at his arm monitor thing to check the time. It was already 2 AM. “I don’t even have a bedtime…” he mumbles to himself. Before making his way to HQ he looks up one last time.
Seems like I still can’t find the big dipper without him.