Feferi-Gamzee (flushed): Hanyauku (Rukwangali), The Act Of Walking On Tiptoes Across Warm Sand
You have a lot of fun trying to sneak up on his hive. You're reely sneaky the whole way, but eventually the water's too shallow to stay all the way hidden, and you don't quite make it all the way to the shore before you see him waving out the window at you. He's reely good at keeping an eye out for anyone coming to shore, and when he told you why, you promised yourself that you'd visit him twice as often. It's a little before he comes down to the water, and you just relax with your head on your arms and let the waves wash up over your shoulders while you watch clouds float across the moons.
When he finally comes down towards you, he's carrying a pie tin and hee, that's a fintastic reason for him to be a bit late! The sand's been cooling for a while now, but when you're as cold-blooded as the two of you are, a little warm still feels like a lot warm. He does a little dance on tiptoes, juggling the pie (which is also probably a bit warm), grinning the whole way. He passes the pie down when he gets to you, and you have to laugh at his sigh of relief when he cools his feet off in the surf. While he's tossing his shirt up onto the sand, you steal one or two (or more) tastes of pie, because it's berries and honey and what does he expect?
He calls you his favorite rudest motherfucker when he finally sits down next to you and tucks you up close against his side (incidentally this pins your arms enough that he can steal the pie back and take a few good handfuls while you're wriggling free). You tickle his almost-gills in revenge, and he tickles your actual gills which is pure torture until you manage to get at his feet (which almost sends him backwards into the water). By then the sopor is making you both loose and relaxed and it's much easier to just tuck back in together and trade bites of pie until the whole thing is gone and you're setting the empty pie tin out to sea. After that you just trade kisses.
It's easy to let the time pass when it's just you and him and you have all the things in the world to talk about. You know you can be silly! But you don't feel bad about it when he's so willing to smile and talk about anything you want. You're just teasing him for how smudged his paint's gotten, and he's teasing back that he sees a motherfucker with signs of faith all over her face, when you realize just how late it's gotten. He doesn't hold you up, because he knows it takes a little while to get where it's deep enough for the sun to not bother you, but he does make you promise to tell him when you're coming back so he can get a better pie ready. You tell him that if he keeps promising things like that he's going to run out of better pies sooner or later. The last thing he says is that he'll come up with pies forever for a motherfucker like you, and you steal one last kiss, and then you're off. You'd been planning to come see him in five or six nights. And you do have some things to do. But maybe, if you shuffle your schedule and stay up reely late and get things done—When you get back home you tell him you'll be back the night after tomorrow.