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[It's the middle of the night and Emil is wide awake. Usually this would mean he's had a nightmare or something else equally unpleasant, but this time he's awake for a very specific purpose. Good thing Richter is a sound sleeper and hasn't even noticed that Emil has been out of the house for a few hours already.

Now, though, he's completed his secret mission, which means it's time to wake his bedmate. After crawling back into bed, he leans over to give Richter's shoulder a gentle shake.]

Hey, Richter. Wake up.

[Just what is he planning?]

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[Richter's only response is a grunt and a quick swat of the hand in the boy's general direction. Even in his drowsy, half-asleep state, he too has come to the assumption Emil's awake because of a nightmare. Really, must he be awoken for something as common as that?]

Richter.

[He'll get a slightly more forceful shake now-- Emil has gone to a lot of trouble for you and you're going to wake up and appreciate it, dammit. :| Or ask him what the hell he was thinking, either one.]

[Was that shake really necessary? Richter's tired and he'd rather just keep sleeping. Still, he knows Emil won't stop pestering him until he at least acts interested in... whatever Emil wants from him. He's still not going to open his eyes, though.]

What?

You have to open your eyes for this.

[Come on, grouchyface, open your eyes~ It's nothing terrible, honest. Emil is just trying to be creatively romantic. (Of course, Richter might not see it the same way.)]

Edited 2009-09-12 22:10 (UTC)

[Alright, fine. He'll open them. Just know that he's going to be even more surly than usual in the morning if this is just a waste of his time.]

[At first all he'll see is Emil, sitting there with a big grin on his face. (And yes, he's fully clothed.) After a moment, however, he'll probably notice that behind Emil in the darkness of the room are dozens of tiny flashing lights, blinking on and off in a slow, steady rhythm. Yes, those are fireflies.

Emil is looking rather proud of himself.]

[Ahhh what! What is that?! Is the room on fire?! It's hard to tell with his blurred vision. Richter emits a gasp of alarm before reaching for this glasses.]

[After he puts them on, though, he's more confused if anything. Tiny little lights in his bedroom aren't really a common occurance and he's not making the connection to fireflies just yet.]

... What did you do?

[Emil looks slightly discouraged by this reaction, but he will soldier on!]

They're fireflies. Do you like it, Richter? It took me a long time to catch that many, since most of the ones near the village are gone now. I had to go all the way out into the forest to get them.

[And he just sits there, looking at Richter expectantly.]

[He rubs his eyes for a second, trying to get the final remains of sleep out so he can appreciate the scene without dozing off. When that's done, a faint smile starts tugging at his lips. It was a crazy plan, Emil, but it worked.]

They're... nice.

[He'd rather die than say something like "beautiful".]

[VICTORY. Okay, so they'd used butterflies instead of fireflies in the book he'd read, but he hoped that fireflies would work just as well. Looks like he was right.]

You really think so? I'm glad.

[And have a hug, Richter. This is his way of apologizing for being so much trouble lately without actually saying sorry, since he knows Richter hates excess apologies and actions speak louder than words, etc.]

Did you really go through all that trouble for me?

[All in all, he shouldn't be shocked. That's just the kind of person Emil is. Still, it came as a pleasant surprise. Who knew that a couple of insignificant fireflies could create a spectacle like this when grouped together?]

Um, yes. But I didn't mind it at all, really. I'm just glad you like it.

[He wouldn't have minded going to a lot more trouble than this, to be honest, if it would make Richter happy. Okay, so he's got a slightly odd idea of what's romantic. It's the thought that counts.]

[The thought does count. So while Richter's still tired, he can imagine Emil must be even moreso. Another smile dawning on his face, he pulls the boy closer and into an embrace.]

[Yeah, he's tired, but it was all worth it in the end. He'll snuggle into the embrace for a moment before tilting his head up for a kiss. There might have been some ulterior motives here as well...]

[Ulterior motives? Give the guy a break, he only just woke up. Kissing is completely acceptable, though. In fact, that's even quite pleasurable.]

[Let's just say there are a few things he wants to talk to Richter about and it would be best for the other to be in a good mood for that. He's REALLY not looking forward to telling Richter that he has to go on a date with someone else.

But fine, kissing is a good way to start anyway. Don't mind if he squirms a little bit closer and tangles his fingers in the front of your shirt.]

[Oh, that kind of ulterior motive. Errr. Well, for now, Richter can live in blissful ignorance. The kissing feels very nice and as Emil scoots closer, he gives a bit of a moan in response. The approving kind, of course, not the "get the hell off me" kind.]

[Good, that's exactly the kind of sound he wanted to hear. He's starting to learn that hey, Richter actually enjoys it when he initiates this sometimes, which is a great big boost in confidence for him. Watch out, Richter, one of these days he's going to get up enough guts to corner you and jump you out of the blue.

... well, maybe eventually. Right now he's more than happy to just kiss like this and start fumbling around for those buttons on the other's shirt.]

[Emil, you want to get close like that with a dozen fireflies watching? Bugs may not be able to talk like most other animals, but ever since he arrived in Luceti and had to adjust to the fact that nearly all mammals can speak, he's learned to be wary of situations like this.

He's not entirely sure what to think of this. Maybe they should shoo the fireflies out the window first. Then again, they do provide a certain atmosphere. Hm... Let's just uncertainly run a finger up and down Emil's back while contemplating this.]

[The atmosphere was the entire reason he pulled this little stunt in the first place; it didn't occur to him at all that Richter might be bothered by having an audience, even if they are just insects. He certainly doesn't seem to be distressed by the fact that the bugs are still in the room.

In any case, Richter, you're about to lose your shirt-- well, at least partway. Once it's off Richter's shoulders, he's going to mimic what the other sometimes does to him and kiss and nip along his collarbone.]

[Oh, that feels good. That feels really good. Richter tilts his head back slightly, allowing the other more room. Meanwhile, the fingers that were dancing along Emil's spine move up, coming to rest on the back of his head.

... Though, maybe they should just light candles for 'atmosphere', the next time.]

[Emil would have no objections to the future use of candles. In fact, if Richter suggested it, he would probably be all over that idea-- the kid has a weakness for sappy, romantic things.

Encouraged by Richter's response, he'll keep on lavishing attention on the man's collarbone for a few moments more before moving to trail kisses up his neck to his ear. Looks like he's taking a page from Richter's book here, and he's enjoying the hell out of it.]

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