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"Annnd… that should work better," Tango mumbled to himself, stepping back from the tweaked redstone. Decked Out may be complete, but there's plenty of upkeep to manage. That and he wanted to increase the difficulty in later levels just a smidge. They're meant to be harder, yet his players were having a breeze.
He nods a bit, as if agreeing with his own thoughts. Soul flame tipped tail flicking, the blaze paces to both sides of the contraption, scanning it for imperfections. Just gotta be sure it works, and all that.
As he's turning away to put away his spare redstone, there's the distant sound of fireworks going off. But not the usual flight rockets of someone arriving to play. Instead, it sounds like full on regular fireworks. The semi familiar noise of loud pops of color following its release are obvious enough.
Furrowing his frosty brows, he tries to listen for it again. "Is somebody celebrating out there or something…? What the heck?"
When the sound comes again, ending with an equally muffled scream, his eyes widen. Tango immediately takes out his rockets and takes flight, dodging contraptions and closely built walls from memory as he types out a message on his comm.
[Tango] is someone outside the citadel?
[ImpulseSV] not that I know of
[GoodTimeWithScar] nope!
Landing outside the massive icy structure, he puts his communicator away after a few more negatives from others. Scar expresses concern beyond a surface level, and so Tango quickly promises in a whisper to let him know what happened if he finds out. It's clear the man knows more than he says.
This was definitely weird, but maybe it's a prank. Or a Hermit paused to do a bit and just happened to be here? The blaze looks around, making a hum of confusion as he searches. Why did they scream, though?
Walking to glance over the edge of the entrance, the dungeon master is surprised to find one of his partners sulking in a pile of snow. The avian had his arms crossed, wings splayed awkwardly underneath himself.
"Uhhh, hey Gri, whatcha doin' there?" Tango smiles a bit, head tilted a bit as he plays off his concern.
The shorter man looks up at him, sighing. "What's it look like? I crashed." His tone was bitter, perhaps a bit annoyed as he threw his hands up. But then he weakly smiles back, a hand moving to straighten his glasses on his nose. The sight soothes Tango slightly, who relaxes upon the realization that Grian must be fine if he's playing up the drama. "I ran out of rockets, so I used the fireworks Scar gave me yesterday."
"Doesn't seem like it was very helpful, yeah?" Snorting, he leans his elbow on the ledge of the walkway, cheek rested in his palm as he watches his partner get up and shake snow from his wings and hair.
"No, no it wasn't." Grian confirms, trying not to snicker as he climbs up the slope to try and get up onto the half wall the other was behind At some point, he grumbles to himself and looks up into the others blue eyes, frustrated by the slippery surface. "Mind giving me a hand?"
Laughing loud enough to make the avain scowl somewhat fondly, he nods. "Oh sure, come here." Tango leans down over the wall, reaching a hand out to Grian.
It clearly hadn't been the expected offer, but he takes it anyways. And with the combined effort of Grian jumping and Tango leaning backwards with a good chunk of his body weight, they manage to land in a heap on the snow packed, stone pathway. The brunetts wings puff up, his glasses coming off and skidding nearly a foot away from them.
Tango is laughing, hand still in the others as his free arm wraps around his waist. Not bothering to keep up the act for more than just another pout, Grian giggles a bit as well.
After they've both caught their breath, Grian sits up on his stomach, looking down at the man. His brown eyes narrow a bit, before his brows raise as if impressed. "Wow…"
What's that look supposed to mean? Cold tinged cheeks turning a deeper blue, Tango offers a melty smile, flustered. Unlike Scar, he hasn't seen Grian without his glasses before. "Wuh… What?"
"Pfft," the avian beams trying not to laugh. He reaches a hand blindly to cup Tango's cheek. "You're so blurry."
Blinking up at Grian in surprise, his whole face flushes. This time it's from embarrassment. "O-Oh! Really?"
"Yeah, like you're just a blue blob." It's incredibly funny to the shorter man apparently, less so for Tango. But at least someone's amused, giggling and leaning closer and squinting.
Ice cold wind ruffles through their hair- or, for Tango, brushes over his ice frosted hair- and Grian ends up leaning close enough that he can nudge their noses together. They both laugh a bit, expressions softening. "There you are," the avian jokes, voice quieter.
"Yep," Tango hums, squeezing his hand, "here I am."
Despite not being particularly heavy- avian genes, or something- Grian shifts so that his free hand holds him up a bit. "I have to be ridiculously close to see you clearly," he hums, voice quiet.
"Sounds like a you problem," the blaze teases, pulling him back in gently. A small reminder that the other doesn't have to strain himself. "It's pretty convenient for me, though."
This time it's Grian's turn to blush, flustered by the raw affection in his partner's voice. "Really now? How could my invading your space to see you be convenient?" He keeps up the joking manner, shaking their joined hands lightly.
"Well, I get to see your cute face real close up," Tango says without hesitation, grinning at the little chirp the avian makes. "And it's easy to do this."
Moving his hand from Grian's waist, he instead cradles the back of his head and pushes it closer so he can lean his own head up a bit. And then he presses a chaste kiss to his lips, able to feel just how warm the other is. After it, they stare silently at each other, one smug and the other awed. Every time Grian is kissed is like the first time, in that he always gets incredibly flustered. It's cute.
A moment later, he hums and whispers against Tango's lips, "good point."
The blaze snickers before being pulled in again, Grian having given up on taking some of his weight off him. He tugs the dungeon master in as close as possible, hand grabbing at his robes as they kiss again.
It lasts longer, and after Tango glances over at the citadel. "Let's get out of the cold, yeah?"
Grian was admittedly shivering, but he still hesitates before nodding. "Alright."
Glasses picked up off the icy floor, the two go inside with the smaller tucked under his partner's cape and against his side. At some point between making tea and pressing soft kisses to Grian's cheek, the blaze remembers to message Scar. With their third assured of everyone's well being, Tango curls up with Grian, content with cuddling the cold avian to keep him warm.