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They had just been messing around, really, when Eloise challenged Martyn to sit gay, and Scott sat down in his lap to assist in the challenge. A joke cracked to ease up the seriousness of their discussion getting out of hand, nothing out of the ordinary for the attic. Nothing that Scott had put much thought on in the moment.
So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it now, a couple of days later?
It has something to do with how Martyn grabbed his waist when he sat down, Scott thinks. It had felt like Martyn had tried to pull him subtly closer, the hands maybe too comfortable in their position for the short amount of time Scott and Martyn had known each other.
Or maybe it has to do with the disappointed look Scott thought he had seen in Martyn’s eye when he got up from his lap, how it had seemed like Martyn wanted him to stay.
And since when did Scott become good at reading Martyn?
Scott lets out a frustrated sound as he falls backwards into the bed, trying to calm his running thoughts. Potion making was a no go, he had just boiled away two batches due to his thoughts returning back to how Martyn had been holding him. To how there had seemed to be a desperation in Martyn when he had climbed on top of the desk-
Scott slaps his cheeks, cutting off his own thoughts. He’s getting plenty annoyed with himself at the moment, he’s too distracted to do anything right now.
“Uh… Scott?”
Mog’s voice comes from above, and Scott lifts his head to look towards the stairs, one ear twitching as he listens to Mog shuffling around.
“Down here,” Scott calls out as he sits up properly, and gets out of bed just as Mog finds his way downstairs.
Scott gives him a smile as he opens his arms for a hug. “Mog! How can I help you?”
“Was wondering if you wanted to join me gathering some materials?” Mog says as he returns the hug. “Want to gather some more before properly getting into building my home, don’t want to run off with it half finished.”
“Sure,” Scott agrees easily. Maybe this would provide a proper distraction for him, especially since he wouldn’t be alone. “Just let me empty out my bag real quick, I’ll meet you at the drop off.”
Mog nods, and heads towards the stairs. “See you there!”
Scott listens to Mog scurrying up and out as he puts the items in their correct chest, and as soon his bag was empty, he hurries after Mog.
He really hopes that this little adventure would take his mind off a certain pirate.
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Scott’s ear twitches while he shifts through the items in his bag, barely paying attention to where he was walking, and sighs as the particles insist that he’s missing the wooden blocks.
“No, I’m telling you, I don’t have them. We need to go and gather some,” he says as he closes the bag but the particles immediately go into his face, obstructing his vision. Tail swishes in annoyance, and Scott waves a hand in front of him, making them dispears.
“Stop arguing, it’s not up for discussion!”
“I honestly don’t think that would look great there. But maybe-”
Martyn’s voice halts Scott in his step, and he tilts his head as he tries to figure out where it’s coming from. He barely pays attention to the particles returning, and full on ignores them as they start talking again, but they fall silent as Scott turns his head towards one of the shelves, the one pressed into a corner. It sounds as if Martyn is discussing something with his fleas, and Scott’s feet start to carry him towards the ladder. Without hesitation, he starts to climb it.
He reaches the top fast, and as he’s hoisting himself over the edge, he’s greeted by the sight of Martyn sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall, one leg propped up to be used as a table as he scribbles something into a book. Martyn moves the pen to his chin and taps it before returning to scribbling, humming in thought.
A rather pretty sight.
Scott shakes his head before smiling, and approaches Martyn, ignoring the particles giggling behind him. “Hiya.”
“Heyo,” Martyn says as he finishes whatever he’s scribbling before looking up, and Scott swears that he can see Martyn’s eye light up when he approaches.
“Watcha doing?” Scott asks as he stops beside Martyn, trying to peer into the book, but Martyn closes it with one hand before he can even take a glimpse.
“Just trying to design something to decorate the office with, you know,” Martyn says with a shrug, putting the book and pencil down beside him. Not once looking away from Scott. “So, what can I help you with?”
And… Scott didn’t really have a thought about going here. He’d just heard Martyn and climbed up, and now that he’s here, watching Martyn, he has no idea what to say.
Martyn raises an eyebrow, lowering his leg, and a thought enters Scott’s mind. A thought he acts on before backing out.
“Nothing,” Scott says with a grin, and without much warning, plops down onto Martyn’s lap. He suppresses snickers at Martyn’s ‘oof’. “Just taking a bit of a sit, you know, been running around a lot today.”
Something pleased curls in Scott as he feels one steadying hand on his lower back and another in his lap.
“There’s better places to do that than in my lap,” Martyn says with a scowl, but nothing about that expression seems to ring true to Scott, especially since the hands seem more intent on keeping him in place rather than pushing him away.
“Well,” Scott hums, “you didn’t seem to mind last time, so I figured you wouldn’t this time either.”
At his words, claws dig into his clothes, trying to pull him closer.
“Well,” Martyn’s voice drops, “a handsome rat in your lap is every pirate’s dream.” He looks at Scott with a half lidded eye, and oh how Scott likes that look.
“So you think I’m handsome,” Scott says, pleased with the revelation, and raises a hand to Martyn’s collar, absentmindedly starting to play with the cloth.
Martyn grins, and his eye shines with possessiveness. “I only put my hands on the prettiest of treasure after all.”
Scott suppresses a shiver, and matches Martyn’s grin as he grips Martyn’s collar properly. “Oh? Do you now?”
"Lieutenant!"
The Captain’s voice breaks through Scott’s thoughts, and he blinks. When had he started leaning in towards Martyn? When had they gotten so close that he could feel Martyn’s breath on his face?
Scott straightens up as Martyn scowls, his ears pressed down, and claws digging more into Scott.
“Lieutenant!”
Scott glances towards the edge of the shelf. “Seems like you’re being missed.”
“He can deal with me being missing a little while longer,” Martyn grumbles.
“Lieutenant! Where are you?”
Martyn’s shoulders sag in disappointment, and Scott has to keep back snickers at Martyn’s pout. “What does he want now?”
Scott hums. “You better go and check then.”
Martyn raises an eyebrow. “Can’t do that if you’re sitting on me.”
Scott’s mouth twitches, and he grins as he lowers a hand and pats Martyn’s hand that's still in his lap. “Would love to leave, but kinda hard when I’m being kept in place.”
Red quickly spreads over Martyn’s cheeks, embarrassment written all over his face, and Scott chuckles as both of Martyn’s hands very quickly leave him.
Finally free, Scott stands up. “Well then, better leave you to check-” His breath stutters and gets stuck in his throat, and heat overtakes his face as he realizes that they’d intertwined their tails. They’ve barely known each other for two weeks!
Scott clears his throat, and takes a step further from Martyn, untangling his tail. “Better check on the Captain.”
He doesn’t wait for a reply, instead he hurries towards the other end of the shelf but before jumping over to the next one, Scott glances over his shoulder at Martyn.
Martyn has moved from his sitting position and is moving towards the ladder, but pauses just before reaching the edge. He turns his head towards Scott, and Scott can see how his cheeks are still faintly red, but there is a small smile on his lips. Their eyes meet and Scott can feel the heat return to his own cheeks, but he returns the smile. Then Martyn turns forward, taking the last few steps towards the ledge by the ladder, and looks down.
“I’m up here, Captain! Coming down!” He calls before he disappears down.
Scott turns around to focus on the path in front of him, and he knows in his heart that this interaction will be on his mind for a long time.
At least he’s confident that it will be a mutual problem.