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Jory was indeed waiting for him. Honestly, he'd allowed for a grace period, having already gotten to know certain habits of the boil he'd been so eager to start dating. Zaire however surprised the boil by arriving exactly on time, and what was more, he'd gussied himself up for smaller boil, as Jory discovered when he opened the door. "Morning." It was very nearly gushed, over the moon that he had a boilfriend, that it was real, that he hadn't just had an overly pleasant dream.

Jory had also dressed with his significant other in mind. A pair of dark blue and black swim trunks hung low on skinny hips, and he'd pulled on a white, short sleeved and button down shirt. His hair was pulled back, half of it gathered into a tail at the back of his skull, but the rest was left loose around his shoulders. He didn't bother with shoes, but he never did anyways.


"You wore your hair up." It had the fish boil beaming, so incredibly pleased that Zaire had thought of him, had put forth the effort. The poor boil had such a low self value, the littlest things brought him a world of joy. baby blues lingered on the braid for a moment, but he gave the rest of that tall frame an appreciative look over. "Ah, you look very," he paled, blushing even as he smiled. "Very handsome." Rising up on his toes, he gave his boilfriend a kiss, properly greeting him.

Zaire's choice in compliments had him paling just a touch more, but he'd rub at his nose after it'd been nipped, grinning, pleased. He wasn't used to compliments, not of this nature or this frequency, it had the shorter of the two on cloud nine. Momentarily dazed in his contentment, until the mahamba asked if they were ready to go. "Oh! Um, yes. I packed lunch, let me just..."

He stepped away from the door, leavin it open, and hurried over to where he'd left a basket(borrowed from Reese.), an added a few last minute items. There was already four sandwiches, a box of spookies, a bag of chips, and a few pieces of fruit inside, but he added another box of spookies, a thing of crackers, and small bag of candy. He honestly wasn't sure how much they would need, and he was probably over packing, but oh well.

Slinging the basket over one arm, he'd grab a folded blanket from of his bed, slung a towel over his shoulders, and headed back to the door. "I wasn't sure what we would need, so I just, um. I didn want to get there and find out we needed anything." Bare toes curled against the ground, and his ears drooped a bit, but he had a sheepish smile on his lips.

"Shall we go, then?" He almost instantly regretted his now full arms, wishing he had one free so he could hold Zaire's hand while they walked.

Truthfully Jory didn't mind help at all, but he's severely underestimated how much he'd gathered up for their day at the lake, and was now just too embarrassed to retract his decline of assistance. Which kind of sucked, cause he really wanted to slid his hand into Zaire's. Just that small touch had been enough to send wings fluttering through his stomach every other time they'd been together, and he really liked that. He liked how his pulse sped, and how easy it was for the mahamba to lure a smile from him. He'd been in ridiculously good spirits since their trip to the pool.

It really was a nice day, a pleased smile flickered into place on blue lips as the pumpkin sung shown down on the pair as they made their way away from the dorms and towards the lake. The surface was all flat and shiny, and as far as the afanc could see there weren't many students out and about. He assumed they were taking advantage of the carnival still going on, which suited him just fine.

The bump against his tail pulled him out of his own thoughts, and he blinked up at the boil beside him before side stepping, bumping his hip against Zaire's side as their tails looped together. The serenity of the moment broken only by the unexpected question from the mahamba.

As expected, Jory blanched, and the easy smile he'd been wearing wilted away. "Um." Instead of wings in his stomach there was a small knot of anxiety, and he could feel his shoulders hunching upward as the desire to curl in upon himself grew.

He didn't want to answer that, afraid the other boil wouldn't want to be with someone that new to the whole relationship game. "Well, we did the carnival thing," he offered up after a moment. "Wasn't that a date?" If not, than the answer was no, he'd never been on a date before, at least not in the traditional sense of the word.

Baby blues kept steal nervous little glances up at the boil beside him, trying to gauge his reaction and failing when an easy smile slid along tanned lips. That was a good sign, wasn't it? That smile meant Zaire still wanted to be his boilfriend, that he wasn't put off by the aft that Jory didn't really know ahat he was doing and was pretty much playing it by ear. Right?

He was still puzzling over the implications, anxiety tying his insides into unfriendly knots as Zaire took the blanket from his hands and stole a kiss. It was enough to startle him out of his inner doubts, and her blinked, a hand coming up to touch the edge of his lip before a cautiously hopeful smile crept back into place.

The basket was set down beside the drinks, and he watched as Zaire spread the blanket over the flat little bit of ground they'd found. It was a nice spot, trees on either side gave a measure of shade, if they wanted it, but the sun was bright, warming the grass all the way up to the edge of the water. Secluded, but easy to get to. Jory had been taking advantage of this nicely private little spot for months now.

The question had him looking up towards the water. It was inviting, though it always was. "That, or we could have a snack if you're hungry?" Honestly, it didn't matter to Jory what they did, or in what order. He was just really happy to be there with the other boil. "Er, we have all day, I mean. So I'm sure there's plenty of time for everything?"

Every smile, every touch, helped to chase away the lingering unease that had come with the admission that this was his first first real date. As the other boil sat, hands up to invite him into his lap, Jory smiled in relief and sank down to crawl over the blanket until he reached the mahamba. Zaire might have been teasing, but it was a romantic idea, so instead of his usual half pout he leaned in to give the taller a kiss. "What are you going to feed me?"

Oh, if he only realized how very full of innuendo that question was.

He slipped his tail through the handle of the basket he'd brought for the, dragging it closer so Zaire could poke around inside. "I brought a bunch of food, sandwiches and snacks." He was grinning now, and sank down to cuddle into the mahamba's lap. Legs were stretched out, draped over one of Zaire's much longer one, and his tail gave a lazy loop around one tanned ankle.

One day Jory would realize that every word had a thousand meanings, and most of those meanings were dirty. Today was not that day. He was oblivious to the effect his naive banter had on his boilfriend, and still a bit naive to the physical effects. A little squirming about let him lean in against the taller boil's chest. One hand draped across his own stomach, the other was resting on a tanned thigh.

As Zaire's tall looped around to offer him a drink he took it, murmuring a happy thank you as he took a sip. It was ridiculous, how easy it was to please the afanc. He was practically purring as the taller boil pulled out a bag of chips and opened it with his teeth. As one was offered down to him he opened his mouth, catching it gently between his teeth and crunching into it. "Mmm."

This was just lovely. It was so peaceful with everyone enjoying themselves at the carnival. They had the lake to themselves, just the two of them.

Another chip, and Jory lifted his head to take it, letting out a soft hum of appreciation as he chewed. "Mmm." If this was their afternoon, the afanc would have been on cloud nine. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so utterly at ease. Now that he knew exactly where he and Zaire stood it eliminated all the stress he'd been carrying worrying over what their time at the pool had meant.

Now his mind wasn't running a mile a minute. He didn't have doubts and worries plaguing his mind. He could lay there with his boilfriend and just enjoy his company. As the taller boil leaned down to touch noses he laughed, smiling shyly up into those glowing blue eyes. The teasing words made him squirm, ready to get up so he could feed a few chips to the other boil, but as one was offered down again he settled, taking it. "I could feed you?" Even if Zaire didn't mean it, Jory wouldn't mind the role reversal.

The question about his home had him glancing back over the lake, and a nostalgic smile softened pale features. "Mm, kind of. The Loc was a lot bigger than this, you could barely see the other side. And the town was smaller, not like Halloween town." His head tipped to one side. "It's really secluded. It was really different, coming here." Culture shock was a thing.

He tipped his head back, looking up at the mahamba. "All big and scary, but it's got it's good bits too."