Seymour Smith was bouncing around Elliot Knight's spacious apartment, practically squealing in pure delight. After all, Seemore had unrelentingly begged Kyd Wykkyd, cajolingly being extra affectionate too and overall piqued his poor boyfriend so much he had grudgingly agreed to their initial, very own date night! Therefore, Elliot had moodily tossed him his old apartment keys and had said to come round whenever he actually desired to go on- as he often put it -'stupid, pointless meal that could be done at home instead'. Yep, Kyd wasn't exactly what you called a social butterfly.
With a gigantic beam, Seymour bounded into Elliot's gothic bedroom, foolishly forgetting to knock initially before pausing at the fairly comical sight. Kyd was half covered by the thick duvet, so Seemore could easily see his ghostly pale torso, completely bare which admittedly elicited him to stare at his noticeably larger partner's slightly muscled, lean chest. His long, voluminous, black hair was spilling all over the place messily and his narrow, pale face was smiling dopily as he- oh -tightly hugged Seymour's favourite three plushies to himself, obviously smelling them comfortingly. He was deeply asleep, which was considerably unusual seeing as it was only seven in the late evening, but he was bruised and cut horribly, so he had obviously been in a rough robbery earlier on.
Seemore's heart swelled pleasedly and he slipped besides him, tracing along Elliot's muscles on his pale arm.
Kyd consisted of an agile, lissom frame, able to do flexible moves and pounces, though not particularly muscular but with a tall height. His best sport would obviously be gymnastics, instead of the stereotypical football and rugby. But certainly, he was stronger and bulkier than Seymour, who was definitely better at long range with his useful helmets of countless, efficient settings and lacked height, size and physique. With the obvious exception of Gizmo, Seemore was the smallest in the entire Hive Five.
Seymour giggled amusedly and contentedly began braiding Elliot's luxurious hair, smiling broadly. He continued in a comfortable silence for around ten minutes, with only Kyd's rhythmic breathing and occasional hums interrupting it slightly. However, eventually Seemore relaxedly spun around, only to then slip on an abandoned tank top discarded carelessly from on the hard floor. Soon, Seymour crashed into his taller boyfriend, blushing humiliatedly as Elliot jolted awake brusquely wriggling around panickedly- besides, he was only in his mere underwear. Kyd tensed himself, readying himself to effectively teleport when he saw it was Seemore, laughing nervously with a heavy blush. Elliot groaned exasperatedly and collapsed back onto his back.
"Seemore. See you wanted to say hi in the best way possible then,"he sighed irritatedly, staring absentmindedly at the plain ceiling.
"Hey! I-I didn't mean to… Are you okay? It's weird you were sleeping now, it's ever so early and you look a bit battered,"Seymour asked anxiously, scooting forwards so soon he was looking down at Kyd.
"Ah. I, err, tried to break into Gotham's bank, but… struggled… at… some points,"Elliot explained sheepishly.
"What? Why on earth were you trying to break into the bank that it is protected by legit Batman?,"Seemore enquired incredulously.
"...Because… I was… bored?,"he excused pathetically, before abruptly averting the embarrassing subject of the present conversation,"Anyway. What's going on? Why are you here? I mean, don't get me wrong See, I'm thrilled you wanted to see me, but is there a reason? Has Private threatened you or something? Have you fallen out with the Hive? Wait- have you finally decided to leave the Hive?"
"Er, heh, not exactly. I was wondering if we could go on our date now,"Seymour requested pleadingly leaning down more that their faces were closer.
"Ugh. We can do anything at home, here. Why do you need to eat out in public?,"Kyd snapped wearily.
"Please! Honey, please!,"he cajoled unrelentingly, already seeing Elliot soften considerably, swiftly kissing his pale lips,"I really want to! You know I hate being excluded just cos I'm blind…"
"No, no, that's not it, love! Let's do it then. I don't want you to be sad!,"Kyd cried anguishedly, abruptly sitting up and tightly squeezing Seemore to his larger torso.
Seymour smiled deviously and snuggled into it, beaming excitedly. They shuffled around so admittedly with some difficulty, Seymour could reach Kyd's lips again, and afterwards again and again. Eventually, Seemore reluctantly pulled away, allowing Elliot to not so very discreetly check out his oddly fancier appearance. Seemore was still wearing his green, useful helmet but had a very baggy, pastel yellow hoodie which was clearly designer with a white t-shirt, and light blue, loose, expensive looking jeans that were cuffed to cutely reveal his ankles. He had on mint canvas shoes and he seemed to shine with such adorable eagerness that it melted Kyd's heart. Elliot smiled pleasedly before Seemore pounced on him keenly, scraping up his long, black hair and attempting urgently to think of a good idea.
"You need to dress up, Ellie! I can help if you want!,"Seymour exclaimed delightedly.
"Fine, ugh, get off of me! Okay? Honey, just wait out there, I'm not gonna be long. I'll, err… dress up,"he reasoned bemusedly, tenderly pushing Seemore out of the tidy bedroom.
Seymour nodded eagerly, fidgeting yearningly as the door was locked securely and small noises emitted from the particular room. Soon, Kyd came out in… a loose, black t-shirt that was muddy with even a small blood stain on the front, black boots, his long, black hair completely, shamelessly unbrushed and some tightfitting, black jeans. Basically mismatched blackness.
Seemore choked out,"Wh-what? That isn't dressing up!"
"Fine!, I-I'll just 'dress up' again!,"Elliot harrumphed sheepishly, dropping his decent smartphone in his indignant haste as the plain door locked yet again.
Seymour shook his head exasperatedly before he curiously went and picked up his taller partner's phone, flicking it on keenly. Before bursting into amused laughter. Because, the bright screen was on google and in the familiar search bar, lay 'How do you dress up?'. Oh, wow. He really didn't have a fashion sense at all.
"Is this good enough?,"Kyd snapped out of nowhere.
Seymour looked up with a disapproving nod and snickered wickedly,"No. But i can help…"
That's why, by the time Elliot Knight was cantankerously driving them to the fancy chinese place, he found himself donned in ripped, grey skinny jeans, a dark blue t-shirt with a black leather jacket atop of it, and expensive ADIDAS trainers. Grudgingly, he also wore a black choker with a golden bell charm, a dark pair of fingerless, short, fishnet gloves and had his long black hair tied up in a neat bun. He was glaring murderously out of the clear car window, clutching the leather steering wheel vexedly. Admittedly, he wasn't actually legal to be driving yet and was presently speeding irresponsibly with rough turns but with perfect reaction times. Honestly, Seymour Smith just decided to say nothing about it. Sometimes it was best like that. The tense silence was finally starting to annoy Seemore so he hesitantly reached for the various controls, spamming until he eventually found the sufficient radio. Immediately, he flickered through the many channels until he pleasedly found one blaring out Taylor Swift. Instantly, Kyd Wykkyd winced painedly, almost gagging.
"Why are you listening to this crap?,"Elliot sighed in false exasperation, though subtly furtively amused.
"It isn't crap! Have you heard your music? It's all gloom, doom and death with the occasional cheerful one that instead goes on about murders!,"Seymour retorted teasingly, giggling afterwards.
Kyd attempted to irritatedly retaliate but he immediately melted powerlessly at the sweet smile and adorable giggles coming from his smaller boyfriend. He shook his head entertainedly, before merely enduring this overly cheerful trash called music.
Maybe a date wouldn't be too bad after all.
Therefore, by late evening, Elliot grudgingly concluded that a glorious night consisting of a cutely dressed Seemore, tender kisses, gentle caresses, fancy food and many other pleasantries.