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[There's a pause, and Isaac tilts his head back so he can look at Peter with a lifted eyebrow.]

They tease you about me?

[werewolfing]

Yeah, sure. Steph teases me about you only slightly less often than she teases me about how I'm not actually allowed to kiss her. Tempest isn't quite as bad, but only because she knows I can fluster her.

[he seems to consider this pretty normal.]

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[This is sort of news to Isaac.]

I remember them saying stuff about you, but- I guess I didn't realize it was teasing.

[A pause.]

Do you think they were waiting for us to come around? Steph seemed pretty smug when I told her. [Did they ship us Peter this is important.]

[werewolfing]

[he hasn't actually thought about it before, and he makes a thoughtful little sound as his teeth close gently around isaac's earlobe and drag down it.]

If she was being smug, then yeah. They totally were. Damn.

[he chuckles. they were totally shipping it. shee-it.]

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[Isaac shivers, but for a different reason now, and he presses back a little more firmly against Peter before letting out a little sound.]

-coffeepot is on.

[Meaning we can't just leave it.]

[werewolfing]

Then I guess we'll have to wait for it to finish.

[peter doesn't seem to think this is a problem. he can get his hands under isaac's shirt just fine standing in the kitchen.]

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Hey.

[Isaac is laughing at suddenly being accosted and narrowly avoids stepping on Peter's foot when he shuffles backward a little at the attention.]

Impatient?

[werewolfing]

[he just barely doesn't overbalance when isaac shuffles backwards, one foot staggering back and arms squeezing around him for a moment as peter gets his feet properly under himself again]

Plenty patient. Just also greedy.

[he sounds suspiciously proud about it, considering.]

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[The odd little graceless dance is making Isaac laugh, and he moves to pull Peter's hands away from him so that he can turn around and face him fully.]

I'm aware. [But hit thumb has olive oil on it from touching Peter's arm, and it takes him a moment to put two and two together.] How's your wrist?

[werewolfing]

It's fine. Itches, but they do that.

[he holds it up for isaac to inspect, showing the underside of his wrist where his veins show through faintly beneath the golden circle of the moon. he never explained the coloring, the black outlines of the partial moons, the full moon colored gold and the new moon a deep purple that almost looks black.]

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[Isaac nods, looking over it with a soft murmur of acknowledgement.]

You should have colored all of them. The middle ones look empty.

[RUDE, super rude, but apparently Isaac has to get his tattoos blowtorched on, so he feels like he has a right to be a little critical. Even if it is a really bitchin tattoo, let's be honest.]

[werewolfing]

[peter doesn't seem to think it's rude, he just smiles.]

They're supposed to be. I didn't get those two colored just to be pretty.

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Yeah?

[Isaac glances behind him, makes sure that the counter space is clear before grabbing onto the edge and popping himself up to sit on it, dangling his feet against their cupboards.]

Why, then?

[werewolfing]

[peter settles between isaac's knees, leaning lightly against the counter and setting his elbow on isaac's thigh to prop his wrist up.]

I don't know, Isaac, why would I possibly color the full moon yellow?

[freezerburned]

Because... sometimes the full moon looks yellow.

[Is his professional diagnosis.]

You know, depending on the smog and stuff. You got a smoggy moon?

[werewolfing]

[that makes him laugh softly, shaking his head.]

Nope, try again.

[he reaches up and traces the line of isaac's eyebrow with his thumb, circling it down to run up his cheekbone toward his nose.]

Why would I have gotten a golden yellow full moon?

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[There's a pause, and Isaac tilts his head just slightly into the touch, looking toward Peter's palm. When the implication hits him, it's obvious- his eyes widen slightly, and they shift, dilating and changing from a bright blue to his werewolf yellow.

He doesn't have to say it- just stares toward Peter wordlessly, not entirely sure how he can even begin to respond to that.]

[werewolfing]

[there's a reason that peter made isaac 'guess', and it's because as much as it's a thing he doesn't mind isaac knowing--that he wants isaac to know, really--it's not something that's easy to say. how do you tell somebody that you put a symbol of them on your body? but when isaac's eyes change peter's smile goes from small to goofy, genuine and almost shy, and he nods.]

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[Isaac is still speechless when Peter grins, and he hooks his fingers in the other man's shirt, pulling him closer to kiss him warmly, letting his other arm slide across the werewolf's shoulders.]

[werewolfing]

[somehow the kiss takes him by surprise, and when isaac pulls he leans clumsily, legs bumping the cabinets before he rises up on his toes, one arm bracing on the counter next to isaac's hip.]

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[Isaac chuckles a little into it, but ultimately he lets the kiss linger for a few moments before pulling back, his hand falling on top of Peter's own, squeezing it lightly.]

We've known each other for, like, six months. [It comes out soft, like a hysterical little secret. Isaac is grinning, even so.]

[werewolfing]

[he looks slightly abashed, like he knows it's stupid and almost cares that it was a ridiculous thing to do, but can't quite make it all the way to giving a damn.]

Sometimes six months is a long time. Not like I got your name tattooed on my ass.

[freezerburned]

Now that, I'd like to see.

[He teases gently, kissing Peter again for a fleeting moment before taking his hand again, turning it over to look at the tattoo.]

If I kill someone innocent, my eyes will turn blue. And if I kill an alpha, they'll be red.

[werewolfing]

Sorry, not shaving part of my ass to get your name on it.

[peter looks up at isaac through his eyebrows and the fall of his hair.]

Rikonoro, that is way the fuck over there [he waves a hand to indicate far, far away] from the point. I don't give half a damn about what color your eyes might turn in the unknowable future. I'm shit at the future, I don't live there.

[freezerburned]

I thought you were good at that premonition thing.

[He laughs again and kisses Peter's jaw, letting their fingers tangle together.]

What's the purple for?