Pretty Boy

The Altar Is My Hips

Hogan:

Strolling our way through a crowd of incandescent shadows, we walk down the streets full of beauty while stopping continuously as we buy dangling things from multiple shops. We also stopped at different food stands to satiate our stomachs with foods, testing out different varieties of them.

"Try this." I urge Serge as I bring a takoyaki close to his mouth.

He looks at me with his brows shooting up, seemingly moving his face away from the food. "What's in it." He asks.

I roll my eyes at his response and I continue to humorously push the food near his face. "Just eat it." I say.

Serge didn't bother to complain even more as he opens his mouth and welcomes the takoyaki, brushing through his lips.

"So?" I asks, waiting for his insight.

He closes his hand to his mouth to chew, a gesture that looks super cute, and then smiles when he finished. "Yeah. That's good." He says, nodding amusingly. "Is it made from squid?" He adds.

I shake my head subtly to answer him and bring a piece of takoyaki to my mouth. "No, it's like, uh.... octopus balls, I guess." I say, between chews.

He looks at me sweetly while holding out my hand and gives a quick kiss to my cheek.

The move instantly sends me blushing, and I try to bite out a grin to hide my raging feelings. "Come on." He says. "I saw a gift shop there on the far right. I want to look." Serge continues, pulling my hand to follow him.

I let my feet walk their way to his ideal shop and raised my brow as we stopped in front of a faded souvenir store.

"What?" He asks me innocently.

I huff a deep breath and look at him with sharp eyes. "Seriously? We've been here for like the third time already." I say, staring back at him.

"Yeah, but I forgot something." He replies while pulling me inside the shop. "Come on."

I forcefully move myself inside of the store and follow Serge as he directly goes to an aisle full of vintage collections. There's a line of multiple keychains rusted with a vintage palette to make them seem old, and paper notes with aged designs on them. His hand continues to draw from each option in the aisle and he pulls off a coated pen with feathers and an art notebook from a shelf.

"This." He says this elatedly, while showing off the pair to me. "It will look good with your artsy things."

My eyes narrows from the way he just called my passion as artsy things and step closer to him to take a closer look at the pieces. The art book feels rougher under my fingers, and it's obvious that they made it seem as aesthetic as they could make it. It has designed grains on each page and brown brushed papers with burned sides to fill the book. Honestly, it looks really good and I could definitely see how beautiful my sketches could look using these papers.

I sigh before looking back at Serge again. His face is gleaming with excitement, and he stares at me with those dreamlike pale blue eyes. "Would you pay for it?" I asks, jokingly.

He pulls the book away from my grip and places it between his arm. "Yeah. But what about the pen?"

My eyes dart from the pen he's holding and examine it. It'll definitely look good with the art notebook, though I doubt that its ink is still intact. "Fine," I say, while smiling at him.

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Serge hasn't stopped yet from looking around the shop as his eyes roam down every aisle of the store. I already took a few things that I found interesting off the shelves and made my way to follow him. I even tried snatching a few packs of condoms from the counter and buying them immediately so that Serge wouldn't tease me about it.