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There's a big clang sound as Chip shifts in bed.
That doesn't usually happen.
Chip turned himself over, the metal jingling pulling him further out of his sleep. What is that sound?
“Jay? Gill? What the fuck is—“ Chip muttered before cutting himself off, looking down to see the piles of jewelry strewn across him.
He lifted a few off his stomach, holding it to the small lamplight beside his bed. These were pretty and expensive. Whoever got these for Chip was damn rich. Chip didn't know any rich people on their ship.
Chip pushed himself to sit up fully and let most of the jewelry fall off him. Only a few necklaces and bracelets were on him properly, the rest just beside or on top of him.
The plan was to get up and ask the crew about this until Chip saw something glowing from the rim of Gillion’s barrel.
“Gill? Is that you?” Chip rubbed his eyes sleepily and watched as little candies wrapped in blue paper fell from his shoulder.
Gillion’s eyes went wide, he swished his hair around in his barrel and quickly stood up to look at Chip, “Hello. Good morning, Chip, it's a great day for a swim, yes?” He looked anxious.
Chip narrowed his eyes at the triton, “…Are you good, Gill?”
“Yes! Do you like the jewelry? …I'm going to leave now!”
“Wait, backtrack, you got me the jewelry?” Chip grabbed onto the back of Gillion’s turtleneck before he could run off, Gillion stopping and tensing up.
“…Yes.”
“Oh, dude, how’d you get all this?” Chip looked at his fingers, turning the rings around in awe.
“You like them?” Gillion muttered.
“Yeah? These are awesome man, I'm just confused about how the hell you got them.”
“Jay made some of them, and I bought the rest. You look nice in gold.”
Chip felt his face warm at the sudden compliment, “Ah, Thanks? But uh… what's the occasion for all this?”
It was now Gillion's turn to flush, a deep blue covering his face. He turned around so he could fully face Chip where the man was sitting on his bed.
“It is a… undersea courting method. I figured I'd have to tell you since you are not accustomed to undersea traditions.”
Chip found his flame tattoos curling up his face. Gillion was courting him? Him of all people? “…You’re serious?”
“I understand if you do not reciprocate these feelings,” Gillion avoided the question, anxious to say how he truly did feel. That he was in love. Even though it was pretty obvious now.
“Gillion you stupid bastard,” Chip giggled and got up to stand in front of Gillion, “Of course I fucking like you, I've been in love with you since the day we met—“
Gillion cut him off with a kiss.
Chip’s breath stuttered for a moment, surprised and grasping at the back of Gillion’s shirt to pull himself further in. Gillion's hands on Chip’s waist felt like they were burning into his skin despite the cold he normally felt from Gillion’s hands.
“I love you, Chip,” Gillion whispered into Chip’s ear.
“I love you too.”