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Mumbo and Martyn sit on the Ares cabin porch.
Mumbo has been tinkering with a little machine while Martyn tells him a story about something funny that happened.
A click pauses Martyn’s words.
The son of Ares turns to look at his boyfriend’s hands where the little device has sprouted wings.
The wings start to move and it flutters up about a foot and a half and starts to play a soft song.
“What’s that?” Martyn asks.
“A hovering music box.” Mumbo says.
Martyn smiles.
He gently takes the son of Hephaestus's hand in his own.
“It’s beautiful." he says, looking Mumbo in his dark red eyes, before pressing a kiss to the back of Mumbo’s hand, “Like you.”
Mumbo’s cheeks turn a brilliant red, “T-thank you.” he stutters, looking away from Martyn’s gaze, eyes turning red, “You too.”
Martyn smiles, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Mumbo’s cheek, “Why don’t we head down and grab some lunch.”
Mumbo nods, standing up with Martyn and they walk to the dining pavilion, hand in hand.