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“So you aren't telling me what's in it?”
“Precisely.”
Chip is at a witch's shop. He found a bottle of pink fluid on the ground and was curious as to what it was so, naturally, he went to a place where someone would know.
But the damn witch isn't telling him.
“Why can't I know what it is?”
“You aren’t supposed to. It's yours now, but you weren't supposed to have it since you did not buy it from within the shop. All I can tell you is that the effects wear off within twenty-four hours.”
“…Right.”
He’s dumbfounded. Chip doesn't get why she just wouldn't tell him. He is absolutely drinking it when he returns to the ship, but it would've been nice to know what it was.
“Have a wonderful day, Sir!” The witch yelled after him as he left the shop, a small vial of pink in his hand.
Chip makes it back to the Albatross quickly, quickly downing the fluid. It was probably a stupid thing to do, but it tasted like cherries, so surely it wouldn't be that bad !
“This isn’t doing shit…” Chip muttered to himself, setting the empty vial on the counter with a small clang as it hit the side of a vase. Why the hell they had a vase on a pirate ship, Chip had no idea.
The pink stuff stuck to the inside of his mouth, but the taste was more sweet than he thought it’d be. Like cherries, or raspberries.
“Chip! Are you down here?” Gillion's voice could be heard coming from the upper deck.
“Yeah! Do you—“ Chip cut himself off the second Gillion strutted into the room.
Did Gill always look this good?
“Ah, hi, Gill…” Chip trailed off. Gillion could probably tell he was staring but oh gods he looked so good—
Gillion was confused, “Chip? Are you alright?”
Chip tensed as Gillion stepped closer to him.
“I'm all good, Gill!”
“Are you sure? If you’re injured I must heal you.”
“Uhuh… did you know how pretty you look right now?” Chip blurted, bringing his hand up to hold Gillion’s arm.
The tritons face flushed a deep blue, the man looking down at Chip and settling his hand on Chip’s own, both resting on Gillion’s arm. He was very obviously confused.
“I… I appreciate the compliment, Chip, you also look stunning, but what has... brought this up?” Gillion questioned, face still bluer than usual.
Chip leaned into Gillion and set his face in the crook of Gillion's neck, sighing and taking in the smell of salt and lavender that Gillion had. It's so nice to be near him.
“Chip?”
He opted to just let himself nuzzle further into Gillion. The man eventually wrapped his arms around Chip as well, squishing them together.
They stood there for a few minutes, bathing in each other's warmth. Chip’s face was about as red as it could get just being beside Gill. He didn't know what happened to his head to make him feel all funky, but being with Gillion was worth it.
Chip lifted his head to look up at Gillion. He looked drunk at this rate, staring into Gillion’s eyes with his arms hanging over the man's shoulders.
Then Chip surged in and kissed him.
It was a stupid idea in his state, but Gillion was kissing him back and everything felt so right . He thinks he was in love with Gill anyway.
Chip’s face felt warm compared to Gillion's, his flame tattoos crawling up his face as he blushed.
Chip would've loved to spend the rest of his day right here with Gillion, but alas, a certain Jay Ferin walked in on them.
“Dude! Get a room!” Jay screeched and walked back out of the corner the boys had secluded themselves in.
And they were alone again. Maybe Chip could stick to Gillion the rest of the night.
“Chip? What was—“
“Can we do that again?”
“…Yes.”
They kissed again. And it was the best damn time Chip’s ever had.