The sun was blazing as Psymon stepped out of the airport and into the Fijian heat. He instantly wrinkled his nose, grimacing up at the sky and hefting a bag onto his shoulder. The city of Suva spanned around him, some of the flood damage still clear but the city was loud and full of life. Psymon glanced to his watch; that twelve hour flight had ruined his perception of time. The bracelet Tane had forced on him hung lose below the leather strap of his watch. It had been a few months since he and Tane had parted ways so the Fijian could return home. Even with the almost daily phone calls at some unfortunate hour for one of them, those months had proven rather difficult for the Canadian. Of course, he'd probably never admit to all the times he'd missed the Fijian; especially since most of the places he had found himself missing his lover weren't even related to the bedroom. So when one of Tane's brothers had called about a week ago offering to fly him down, Psymon jumped at the chance.
"Psymon?" A voice brought the man out of his head and he turned to face a slim Fijian man who he instantly knew was Vatu. If this man was an indication of what Tane would be aging into in the next ten years, Psymon had no problem being in for the long haul. Vatu was taller than him with some long dreads swept out of his face and hanging down his back in a loose ponytail. Psymon knew that the man was older than him but it didn't reflect in his face at all. He gave a stiff nod and extended a hand towards the Fijian.
"Vatu." He wrinkled his brow as Vatu squatted his hand away and instead gave him a strong hug.
"Heard enough about you, about time we got your ass down here." Vatu gave him a heavy pat on the back as he pulled away. Like his brother, Vatu had no sign of an accent. "Tane still doesn't know you're here...and I said I'm on a booze run so we best get a lot of booze or like hell he's gunna believe I had nothing to do with this!" He laughed before taking Psymon's back, ignoring any depute of the matter.
"....what?" Psymon wrinkled his brow as he followed Vatu towards his parked car.
"Oh yeah!" The man tossed Psymon's bag into the back of his convertible. "So...I might have timed this in junction with a family get together." He gave a guilty grin as Psymon's face fell.
"You're fucking with me.." Psymon swallowed. He was hoping to have Tane to himself. Tane knew not to expect social miracles out of him and understood Psymon's want to avoid these sort of situations.
"Nope." Vatu sat in the car, puling on a pair of shades. "Meetin' the whole Mumea clan, brother. You've romped around with our Tane too long without doin' so." He watched as Psymon got in next to him, looking rather weary. "I apologize in advance, there's no such thing as anti-social in Fiji."
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"Hold up, man." Vatu parked the car outside of a very sleek and modern looking beach house. Considering the amount of noise coming from the house and the beach behind it, there weren't that many cars out front. Psymon watched as the Fijian got out of the car with a sneaky grin. "Wait here, lemme make sure the coast is clear." He strolled into the house, shouting someones name. Psymon relaxed for a moment before looking around the area. Most of the houses were still showing some flood damage but most were being in the middle of being fixed or already had some fair amount of work done. Tane's house had quite a bit of unfinished wood showing where walls had been either replaced or rebuilt. The landscape was at least looking better; trees were looking lush and some of the yards were starting to grow back. "Alright, we good." Vatu patted Psymon's shoulder and grabbed one of the paper bags from the small backseat. Psymon grinned, grabbing the other full bag and a case of beer before following after Vatu.
"I bet this place was something before shit got crazy.." He took another look down the street at the lines of expensive looking beach houses; even with all the recovery, it was still beautiful and people were still out and about like nothing had happened.
