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By now Dýo had forgotten about the tour of the theater house. So had Hazel. Dýo had gone back to his room and begun to write another play when a golden glowing butterfly fluttered over to him. He chuckled.

No this was not Learchos' butterfly, but Dýo's own. This small creature could create copies of itself often helping in plays or even a song performance.

The small creature's name was Sunset. As that was around the time the butterfly was found by him.

"Hey little guy how are you?"

He asked as Sunset flitted around his head. He laughed a little when Sunset landed on the paper as of to say.

'Pay attention to me I haven't seen you all afternoon!'

A knock sounded outside his door. 

"Coming!" 

Dýo said putting the paper down. Sunset flitted next to him hovering above his shoulder. He opened the door finding his eldest brother, Solaris standing in the doorway.

"You like him don't you?"

Solaris whispered.

"Only a little bit why?"

Dýo gave Solaris a suspicious look.

"If you two ever fall in love I get to write a play."

He said smirking a little.

"Please, Solaris, we just finally met and your expecting us to fall in love? We are tourist and tour guide for right now afterwards, friends, nothing more, nothing less." 

In the back of his head Dýo did get the sense his older brother just might be right. Solaris chuckled and moved out of Dýo's room.

"Oh shoot I forgot to show him around!" 

Dýo said running out of his room Sunset following. Reaching Hazel's new room he panted and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" 

Hazel's voice said. Dýo stood up straight and walked in. Hazel looked over and greeted him with a bright smile and a small waved. He was putting books on the bookshelf. His bag was wide open and books sat next to it.

"Jeez how many to you have and how big is that thing."

Dýo asked pointing to Hazel's doctor bag. 

"It has infinite storage and makes it feel as though there isn't anything in it. The books, I have at least eighty." 

Dýo's eyes went wide. Hazel chuckled.

"Who's the little guy?"

Hazel asked pointing towards Sunset.

"Oh this is Sunset."

Dýo responded.

"He cute. Since your here would you mind giving me a hand with them. There's some already set out as you may have seen already."

Dýo nodded and picked up one of the stacks placing them on the bookshelf. Many where medical studies while others where a form of fiction, some where even about theater.

He finished just as Hazel's reached for another book and was going to put it on the top shelf before realizing, he was too short to do so. He let out an angry growl as he jumped trying to get it in place. 

Dýo sighed and chuckled, walking over and taking the book placing it on the top shelf. Hazel turned his head away mumbling something.

"What was that~?"

Dýo asked in a flirtious way.

Hazel rolled his eyes again. Dýo was the type of person to flirt with anyone once he got the chance to.

"Homme de théâtre grand et stupide" (tall and stupid theater man)

Hazel said through gritted teeth.

"Ooh you speak French. I've never really met anyone who could I mean since we aren't in France really. And I'm not stupid" 

Hazel turned his head back to Dýo who had a smile and an impressed look on his face. The two chatted while putting books on shelves and soon they all where in their place.

Both sighed happy that was over and sat down on Hazel's bed.

"Your hair is pretty tangled. You don't happen to have your own brush or comb do you?"

Hazel look at Dýo confused 

"It's on the desk."

Hazel said pointing to the brush. Dýo grabbed it and sat down behind Hazel gently brushing the soft curls. Hazel closed his eyes, he enjoyed having his hair brushed by another person every now and then. Yet for some reason he liked Dýo doing so more then another person.

Soon enough all the tangles where other and do set the brush aside. Hazel's eyes opened and he looked back over at Dýo. 

"Should we go tour the theater now or do you want to stay here a little longer?"

Of course Dýo had to ask that question. Hazel cocked his head.

"I'm fine with staying here a little longer really all I need to know is where the dining room is and the washroom is."

Dýo nodded.

"Would you like anything else or are you okay?"

Hazel looked at Dýo then to the brush on the bed. Dýo did the same.

"Hm guess you're one of the people who like that don't you?"

Dýo asked picking up the brush. Sunset flitted around their heads lazily. Hazel had begun to look into Dýo's eyes for what felt like the hundredth time. Glorious purple and pitch black everywhere else. His eyes, icey blue glowing a little, like Dýo's, and pitch black everywhere else.

"Are you okay? You're staring at me."

Hazel was not okay.  

Everytime he'd gone to watch Dýo's plays he noticed the way he looked at him. The look of joy in his eyes.

'Uh oh'   

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