Seymour Smith's already broad smile widened ecstatically. The two boys had gone out into the bustling streets of Jump City, both in casual clothing. Seemore was in a vintage, baby blue sweater, tucking neatly into pastel mint cropped slacks, cutely revealing his bare ankles. He had light pink canvas shoes and of course had his golden bee necklace, which he vehemently cherished. Unfortunately, he was still forced to be donned in his useful helmet, though his taller boyfriend had insisted he looked beautiful. Meanwhile, Elliot Knight was tightly holding his smaller partner's hand as he wore his bloody, muddy black t-shirt, unintentionally ripped black jeans and old, generic black trainers. His long, silky hair was secured in a tidy, low ponytail and he had actually grudgingly allowed Seymour to paint his short fingernails purple yet again. Evidently, they attracted many intrusive stares.
Presently, Seemore was racing ahead, yanking Kyd Wykyd along enthusiastically by the hand as Elliot just smiled admiringly at his smaller figure bouncing around adorably. Seymour never exactly walked at a leisurely pace when he was feeling energetic. Kyd rubbed his thumb across Seemore's knuckles caringly, his amber eyes flickering around protectively. Seymour stopped excitedly in front of a busy shop and bounded eagerly back to face Elliot with a pleading beam. Kyd immediately melted and comfortably rested his pale hands on Seemore's skinny waist and on his upper back, reeling him into his lissom chest. Seymour blushed profusely from where his face was being pressed fondly into Elliot's thin torso and tenderly placed his own hands onto Kyd's broader shoulders. Elliot gently kissed Seemore's cheek, eliciting Seymour to giggle sweetly.
"Ellie, can I buy this really nice sweater? It's kinda expensive,"Seemore begged brightly, pleasedly feeling Kyd's tender hands caressing along his smaller back and smiling face.
"Of course, honey. Have you forgotten who you're talking to? I have my ways,"Elliot hummed lovingly, finally resting his hands on Seemore's hips.
"Thanks!,"he exclaimed excitedly, before sighing exasperatedly.
Abruptly, Kyd was much too tightly hugging Seymour from behind, hissing and snarling furiously at the poor girl who had merely stared momentarily at his smaller boyfriend. Oh my gosh. Not this again. Seemore clicked his tongue frustratedly as he subsequently sighed irritatedly.
"Okay, let's recap what I said before. If a person looks at me, it doesn't mean they are trying to kidnap me or flirting. If someone casually touches me, it doesn't mean they are attacking me or trying to get with me. I'm not even that attractive anyway- they are probably looking at me thinking I'm a midget. And lastly, when I go to the toilet, you do not need to stand guard! I am not helpless!"
"Love, you know I-,"Elliot began alarmedly.
"Don't start that crap with me. I know you think I get hurt over everything like some pathetic baby. I wish you didn't continuously think I'm- I'm crying without you, or- or stumbling around without a clue on where to go- and… I wish you'd let me just show I don't need protecting all the time. I love you but c'mon!,"Seymour sighed bitterly, turning away.
Kyd dampened immensely and whimpered pleadingly,"Please, honey! I just can't lose you. You're the only thing in my world worth protecting."
Seemore saddened guiltily, especially as Elliot pulled him into a loving embrace, his amber eyes even tearing up slightly. Seymour's stomach churned guiltily as he hugged back reassuringly, burying his blanched face into his taller partner's slender chest. He bit his lip ruefully before peeling apart reluctantly, frowning further. He perfectly interlaced his smaller hands with Kyd's, sighing morosely as he gradually gazed up at Elliot's sorrowful expression.
"Awh, c'mon, honey. You know I wasn't trying to be like that! I just don't want to always be the damsel in distress, okay?,"Seemore sighed anxiously,"But then. You are the boy who always cries about Jack from Titanic. So I guess it even things out."
"Hmm, I love you, even though you are so stupid sometimes,"Kyd sighed amusedly, rolling his amber eyes playfully.
"Okay, now can we buy that sweater? And then can I buy you clothes like we agreed?,"Seymour begged excitedly, already running ahead eagerly.
"Fine,"Elliot huffed reluctantly, striding besides Seemore easily.
Leisurely, Kyd felt his worn, mediocrely filled wallet bulging in his tatty jean pocket but he merely shook his head dismissively. His amber eyes sharply caught on a young woman's designer handbag entirely, vacuously open. Pfft, people were so stupid nowadays (except Seymour of course though, he was most certainly not stupid). Elliot sidled closer surreptitiously, looking completely passive to the inexperienced eye, supposedly his pale hands remaining comfortably in his stretchy pockets. He seemed entirely innocent when- abruptly his closest hand almost impossibly fast slipped into the expensive handbag in one fluid movement, scarcely rummaging, before nimbly pulling out the jingling purse silently. Kyd smirked victoriously, disappearing in a split second so that soon the poor woman searched for her packed purse in a fruitless effort. Elliot rapidly teleported besides his smaller boyfriend, who was keenly scouring for his size in his greatly desired sweater, and gently wrapped a lanky arm around Seemore's skinny waist, squeezing delicately. He easily located Seymour's admittedly small size and pulled it out swiftly, placing it forebearingly in Seemore's groping hand. Seymour clutched it eagerly, beaming admiringly up at Kyd.
"Nice! Thanks, Ellie! Let me guess, did you steal someone's money again even though we shoplift anyway?."he tittered entertainedly.
"Yep. Easy. You can't say much though. What's this?,"Elliot replied gamesomely, lightly tapping the many varying bulges in Seemore's baggy hoodie pocket and now filled cropped slack pockets too.
"Well. What can I say? This boy had the latest iPhone, a nintendo and even… a chocolate bar! I couldn't resist!,"Seymour explained contentedly, before laughing amusedly as Kyd's nimble hand slid at the back of a short girl's neck, precisely unhinged a silver necklace and swiftly caught it immediately with a smug wink.
The poor girl never noticed.
"Pfft, check this out, show off,"Seemore giggled amusedly.
With one last squeeze of the hand, Seymour falsely casually meandered over to the other side of the bustling shop and wandered past a total of three people, each time his trained hand slipping immaculately, yet also nimbly into their exposed pockets, once even able to just about get away with stealing a jewelled ring off a unsuspecting man's thin finger. Eventually, he returned estactically, smaller hands filled with valuable jewellery, small accessories and even a floral scrunchie. Elliot smiled playfully and generously bowed his head low so Seemore could easily slide it on Kyd's loose, neat ponytail, blushing pleasedly as Seymour giggled cheerfully. He grabbed Kyd's pale hand and yanked him eagerly along the bustling aisles, practically skipping enthusiastically in his immense exhilaration.
"Look- Ooo! This shirt will look great on you!,"Seemore cooed excitedly, holding up a pink striped shirt right in Elliot's narrow face keenly.
"Oh God, no, I wear black and black only!,"Elliot huffed stubbornly.
"Pfft, just get over it, Ellie,"Seymour laughed mischievously, roughly shoving it into Kyd's lissom torso energetically before instead grabbing a neon green tank top and smushing it brightly to Elliot's slender chest again.
"And I wonder why I dread shopping with you,"Kyd moaned defiantly, scarcely keeping up with the continuous downpour of differing clothes shoved into him.
"Hey! It's better than your shopping! When I told you to last week, I saw you picking a ratty t-shirt out of the bin on the streets, honey, the streets!,"Seemore snapped distractedly, practically overwhelming Elliot with colourful garments,"Awh, you are going to look so cute in all of t-"
"Love, I think we have enough,"Kyd sighed exasperatedly.
Seymour spun around- before gawking stunnedly. Elliot wasn't even visible from his chest up behind the incredibly large pile of flamboyant attire, barely keeping it in balance enough from tumbling disastrously everywhere. Seemore nodded incredulously.
Kyd easily teleported them back, only to then carelessly dump the heavy load to his carpeted floor in his gothic room in the Hive Five's homely base with an exerted huff. Immediately, Seymour Smith pounced across eagerly, rummaging excitedly as he yammered about making the perfect outfit for Elliot Knight. Kyd Wykkyd gulped fearfully as Seemore maliciously pulled out tight denim shorts and a pink, flowery shirt.
What had he actually signed up to?