It was the end of the day.
The sun slowly dipped below the horizon, causing the once blue sky to dissipate into one of a mixture of both oranges and pinks. Clouds rolled across, sailing like lost ships against the wind.
Kiibo stared out in awe, both hands and even his nose pressed against the window of the sitting room. The look of sheer excitement across his face was reminiscent of that of a child staring into a candy store, all that too bright.
Ouma, however, let out a small groan, tapping Kiibo to try and get him to retake his seat beside him. The two had been cuddling, as they always would, and after a while, he hated to leave the warmth that was his boyfriend's arms. So instead, he sulked, arms crossed across his chest and a prominent frown cemented itself across his lips.
He wanted attention.
"Kiiiiibbbbooooo..." the dictator groaned out for what seemed like the millionth time in a row. He was getting bored and the slightest bit upset - not that he'd let it show.
But, the other boy knew him better than he'd like to admit. He was always able to see through his facade, his lies. He knew when he was upset and exactly how to cheer him up. Ouma hated it.
The robot took his face back from the glass, hands still firmly pressed against it, and transferred it to the sound of the voice.
The hostility on his features was replaced by a smile as his teal orbs met a sulky set of purple. Ouma was upset. He didn't show it visibly, but the aura that emitted from his person was enough to tell Kiibo everything he needed to know. Well, that combined with the help of his personal database. He always took into mind what upset the male, what made him happy, and tried to used it to the best of his abilities.
"Ouma? What's wrong?" He raises an eyebrow out of curiosity, his head falling to the side to really accentuate his interest.
"Nothing. I'm fine." The high-pitched voice replies. It sounded almost believeable, to someone who didn't care to really analyse his character, that is. His tone wavered ever-so-slightly at the last word, exposing his lie completely.
Kiibo sighed and stood up, running a hand through his snowy hair. He hated seeing Ouma like this due to his actions.
It almost looked as if he was too sad to cuddle. That alone was a sign in itself.
The opposing pair of eyes watched him carefully, regret evident within them.
"Kiibo, what are yo-?!" His questioning was cut off by his own yell as a familiar set of arms wrapped around both his torso and knees, pulling him into them. Ouma snaked his own pair around Kiibo's neck, holding on for dear life in fear that he'd fall. "P-Put me down!"
"No." The low voice of the other replied, looking down at the boy in his arms. It was rare that he was allowed to carry him like this. Bridal style was always his favourite lift.
His suit clanked heavily against the hard-wood floors as he walked, the protests of his partner following. "Dumb robot! Put he down, I said! I order you!"
And Kiibo obeyed his commands, placing Ouma down. That was, after they were outside. He too, took a seat beside him, both of them sitting oddly on their doorstep.
"What the hell did you bring me out here for?!" The shorter one whined, looking at him in anger.
"To show you the sunset." He replied in a calm tone, leaning back on an outstretched arm. His head was turned in the direction of the sky, the remainder of the sun's shine still reflected off of the glass that was used to create his eyes.
Ouma huffed, folding his arms again. This was boring! And it was getting cold, too! "I don't wanna see any stupid sunset! I wanna go inside and watch some TV."
With his free arm, the taller male used it to wrap around the others shoulders, pulling him close in something similar to that of a hug. He ignored Ouma's protests and continued to stare up, his head falling to rest on the other's.
"Look at how beautiful it is." He spoke, earning another grumble from beside him.
Okay, maybe it was pretty looking, but nothing so big that it had to result in them leaving the comfort of their home.
"It's okay, I guess.."
Kiibo continued on, however.
"I like the sun. The very feel of it is enough to make me think I'm human, if not for a moment. It gives me the illusion of a reality that you live in everyday.
Also, it reminds me of us. For me, the stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples. Something that brings light into an otherwise dull world," he paused momentarily, trying to gather his feelings into words.
"You're always sure that the sun will be out tomorrow, and you look forward to seeing it at its brightest. Like me when I see you. I always hate when we have to depart, but I always know that we'll see eachother again. You're as bright, Ouma, your smile, even brighter.
We are polar opposites. You're the radiant sun and I'm the lull of the moon. Without you, I wouldn't have a function."
He looks down at the boy in his arms, a soft smile spreading across his lips.
"But to me, you're more beautiful than any sunset I could ever witness."
