Tarantell watched as Firedancer attacked his tea with the honey spoon, and he chuckled, making a mental note to buy more chai tea. He picked up his own mug and sipped at it, leaning back in his chair. Firedancer glanced at him, his spoon pausing in its clinking journey around the circumference of his mug, and he tilted his head, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "What's so funny?" he asked, incredulous.
Tarantell blinked, surprised at that, and quickly caught himself, clearing his throat and shaking his head, hiding his smile with his mug. "Nothing," he murmured into the mug, taking a long drink of tea as he glanced out the window, his brows knitting at the grime that had collected on the glass. The place did need a good scrub down. Firedancer was right about that...
But Tarantell found his eyes wandering from the window back to Firedancer's form, his eyes drawing over the unitard that the boy was still dressed in, and he blinked, realizing something. With the way the rare sunlight was now filtering through the window, lighting up the black outfit, he could see thin embroidered black lines in the shapes of an enormous, stylized sun and smaller stars. He found himself staring, wondering why the details were so thin, for whose private viewing they were for. Surely no one on stage could see such things... Inwardly uncomfortable with this thought, he was thankful to have looked at something else as Firedancer's eyes threatened to draw to his own, and he set his finished mug down on the table with a soft sigh. He always did drink tea too fast.
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