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[freezerburned]

[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?

[werewolfing]

Yeah that's like a minute in advance, and the dreams don't make any damn sense anyway so I ignore 'em.

[this time when peter nuzzles isaac's cheek his nose isn't icy cold.]

Purple's for the girl wonder. When we were on the moon she'd take me into her VR sometimes, and her hero getup in there was purple. Black now, though, so.

[so really dark purple.]

[freezerburned]

Hmph.

[He gives a mock sigh, rolling his eyes toward the ceiling.]

What did I tell you? Threesome.

[werewolfing]

I am not the one holding this threesome up, y'know. She's the one with the boyfriend who frowns on threesomes with other guys.

[there's no bitterness, though. he certainly wouldn't say no, but peter is pretty much past any delusions of going there with steph.]

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I haven't even met this alleged boyfriend.

[Isaac grins and the coffee timer dings, making him glance over across the counter at the pot.]

What do you say though? I bet we could take him.

[werewolfing]

Oh, he's real. And we could take him.

[peter considers waiting until isaac has drink in hand for this revelation, but then he decides it's not worth the risk of wasting precious coffee. or getting scalded.]

You know the lawyer guy? Saul?

Yeeeeeeeah.

[freezerburned]

I don't.

[So the revelation, unfortunately, doesn't do much for him.]

Hand me a mug?

[werewolfing]

Eh, maintain your ignorance, it's less weird.

[peter shuffles over for a minute to grab two mugs and hands them to isaac.]

[freezerburned]

You obviously agree with me.

Isaac slips off the counter in that case and takes the mugs, moving toward the coffee pot.]

We should kick his ass.