The wave of his friend and his own pace they met in the middle with a tight hug and a feeling of warmth. Arms around the other, they both had gentle smiles on their faces, Heizou clung to Scaramouche tightly for a few moments before he let go, disappointment from the lack of warmth on his skin was pacing through Scaramouches mind but he wouldn't let it become apparent on his face. Through the time he was lost in thought Heizou and him had been walking back to Heizous house in a weird silence, Heizou didn't want to disturb the other as he looked deep in thought, thinking about his trip when he remembered the gift that he had for the other in his pocket.
A harsh poke was injected into Heizous arm, he looked beside him, and Scaramouche seemed to be flushed by something, or maybe it was a fever? He didn't have a clue; he'll have to check in a minute though, he really hopes he is just flushed. "Heizou, while I was in Sumeru, I picked up this for you." He held out an odd-looking purple rose, however Heizou immediately put a name on it, "A Sumerian rose? Thank you!" Heizou took it from Scaramouches hand and smelled the fragrance it gave off, maybe a pot inside the house would be a good place to put it; the plant itself reminded him of the one whom offered him such a gift, it was a lovely shade of purple and had such a nice smell of the earth and rain. Heizou eyed it like it was as fragile as a crunched leaf beneath his feet in the midst of the Autunm month.
"What would you like for breakfast?" A certain wine-haired male asked as he planted a brilliant rose in a stunning cream ceramic pot and watered it with care. Scaramouche smiled and shrugged; he didn't mind what Heizou made for breakfast as long as he got to stay for breakfast. Heizou then chuckled a small bit before getting to work making something Scaramouche recognized as pancakes, a bread-based breakfast food that is some-what common in mondstat; Heizou, now plating the pancakes started to fill a bowl of berries from his garden and placed some flowers he picked from his garden in a vase as he forgot to the day prior.
The sun lay just above the horizon as the boys ate in silence, Scaramouche kept turning his attention towards the other when taking a bit, debating if he should make a comment about how much he enjoyed it when Heizou cooked for him, apparently, he hadn't heard his own voice aloud for Heizou was chuckling next to him and thanked him for such a nice unconscious compliment. Scaramouche became flustered but hid it the best he could, with his face once again a peach color, Heizou put the back of his hand to his forehead checking his temperature, to his own surprise, it was hot. He finished eating and decided it would be best if he washed the dishes before going to the laundry, his laundry was still waiting in his room in the dedicated basket. "Scaramouche, I'm curious, how long have you lived alone?" Indigo eyes pondered on the thought of revealing somewhere close to his age, he wanted Heizou to know but was scared he would leave, despite that, he wanted to see his reaction. "Ah, well I am around 500 so I'd say 455 years, maybe more but I cannot be sure." Heizous breath hitched as Scaramouche simply poked at his food while taking small bites every few seconds.
"You're 500?! How?! you look so fine." Now being closer to his friend, he had taken to the habit of flirting with the other, he flirts with a lot of people as stated before, but this was pretty up-front. Scaramouche chuckled and told him he was a creation from a god, not going deeper, he simply didn't feel or want to go deeper. Picking up on this, Heizou changed the subject to make the atmosphere feel cozy again, he spoke about some homicide case file he was given earlier in the week which he finished while the other finished up his food. Scaramouche cleaned his own plate before waving goodbye to Heizou and setting off to his domain to settle in again. His domain didn't feel as welcoming as before, perhaps he was away for too long, maybe it was the eerie feeling that lingered or the fact it was day, but something bothered him about it, it didn't feel right anymore; that annoyed him to pieces.
Spending the day organizing his house, old files he sometimes liked to look through were put away into a shelf and the small table in the dining room was covered with a soft, new tablecloth. He checked all of the extras he had lying around, extra futon etc. The time he finished re-organizing his house and doing some cleaning was around the beginning of noon, the same time he planned to do the laundry which he got to quickly and he finished quickly, putting the clothes on the line to the less visible side of the house but the most wind came from. Finishing everything he planned for the day as he watered the last of the plants outside his residence; Sara came by today as well, she came, and they had a nice casual conversation which was lovely in the mother figures eyes.
A soft knock sounded at the door and Heizou was quick to answer as he only had his book open, but his mind was occupied with another thing. He flung the door open almost hitting himself in the face with the process he chose, Scaramouche addressed him and took off his shoes as he walked through the wooden door, closing it behind himself. Heizou was already back in his lounge reading his book with a smile, it was just a silly romance book, but it was a nice silly. Scaramouche sat closer to him than usual and watched as the noon sun started to turn into a sunset, he shook Heizou out of his book and pulled him outside onto a small wooden bench that lingered outside his house, alone. Seeing the sunset reminded them both of fond and small moments they shared together a lot, this time they were speaking about Scaramouches trip. Heizou had insisted that he share what happened, and with a scowl and a playful roll of the eyes later he got his request. Sumeru seemed lovely and had a lot of wildlife, Heizou was particularly interested in that element of Sumeru.
