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“You stink.”
Valk nestled his head into Skateboard’s neck and took a deep breath, clearly uncaring of the aforementioned smell.
“Well, yeah. I’ve been carrying a trombone around for hours in this hot friggin’ weather.” Skate retorted with a smile.
“Well, I’ve been conducting for hours in the same ‘hot friggin’ weather’, and I smell great.”
“No you don’t.” Skate laughed, and Valk giggled. Skate rubbed gentle circles into Valk’s hips, and Valk whined, appreciative of the gesture. He wrapped his arms around Skate’s torso. Skate leaned into him.
“I’m so ready for band camp to be over.” Valk mumbled.
“Me too, sunshine. Just a few more days.”
“I love it when you call me that.”
“Do you, sunshine?”
“Mhm…” Valk’s tail wagged leisurely. He lifted his head after a beat of silence and moved his hands to Skate’s shoulders; Skate leaned down slightly to smooch him, and Valk was happy to return the gesture. Valk carefully pushed Skate down, guiding her to sit down on the couch behind herself. She obliged, and Valk sat right in her lap. The two shared several more kisses before Skate placed a soft hand on Valk’s face. She admired him silently, and he did so right back.
“Hey there, pretty boy.” Valk cooed, planting a kiss on Skate’s forehead.
“Hiii, beautiful.” Skate grinned.
“Hello, handsome.” Valk tittered.
“Greetings, good-lookin’.” Skate was shoved into the back of the couch by a pink-faced Valk. “Oh, you’re cute.”
“You’re such a sap, dude.”
“Pfft, look who’s talking!”
“Oh, shut up!”
“Make me.”
“On it.”
Valk was quick to smush his lips against Skate’s, earning a noise of surprise from the other. Skate held Valk’s face and was going to deepen the kiss before they were interrupted.
“…Ah, son?”
Valk pulled his flushed face away from Skate’s to look back. “Uh, hey, Pa.”
“Megaphone’s out of the shower. Your turn.”
“Got it!” Valk gave Skate another quick smooch and ran off to go shower.
“..Hi, Mr. Brand!” Skate smiled awkwardly.
“Hi, Skateboard. Please, you’re in my home- you can call me Firebrand.” Firebrand took a seat beside Skateboard.
“Uh, okay… Firebrand.”
“How’re you? Is the choreography coming along well?”
“Oh, it is! It’s pretty funny to watch Ms. Force teach us how to do it, though. I didn’t realize she’d be so… good at it?”
“Oh, she’s good at everything. After all, she did DCI.”
“Yeah, yeah… um, wow, it’s weird talking to you casually. Outside of band and all.”
“It is odd, hm? You’d better get used to it if you plan on visiting Microphone often.”
“Ehe… yeah,”
“Haha. Alright, I’ll leave you be, now. Feel free to eat whatever you’d like, okay? Also, tell Mic I want him watching the trumpets during sectionals tomorrow. Subspace was complaining about a few freshmen misbehaving.” Firebrand stood up from the couch.
“Um, okay! Bye, Mr. Br- er, Firebrand!”
“Buh-bye.” Firebrand waved and happily made his way up the nearby stairs. Skate smiled at the band director that was… also his partner’s grandpa, and waited patiently for said partner to come back from the shower.
When Valk was out of the shower, Skate took a turn in it. They were both quick, though, and after wolfing down a big dinner, they had snuggled up in bed together.
“I hope you’re ready to wake up at like 5:30 in the morning.” Valk spoke. His head rested on Skateboard’s chest.
“Ugh, I don’t know how you do that.” Skate groaned. He placed a hand on Valk’s back and rubbed gentle circles into it, and Valk trilled quietly at the feeling.
“Gotta get used to it when your caregiver is a teacher,” Valk hummed.
“And I thought I had to get up early. D’you ever get tired, sunshine?”
“Well, yeah. I always nap during English.”
“Aww. Maybe if you stay at my house you can wake up a little later every now and then. Maybe I can see you and Boom and Sling all together.”
“That’d be nice.” Valk moved his head up and pressed a kiss to Skate’s chin. “You’d probably get pampered with affection if all of us were there, huh, baby?” Skate warbled and kissed Valk’s forehead, and Valk warbled right back.
“Probably. G’night, sunshine.”
“Night-night, baby.”
Valk relaxed onto Skate, who sunk further into the bed with a sigh. They were asleep quick, exhausted from the day spent doing almost nothing other than marching band, and they enjoyed the peaceful slumber they were able to acquire before they’d have to do it all again.