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WHO: Tom and Ggio
WHERE: Forest
WHEN: Weekend weekend!
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Tom and Ggio go camping
FORMAT: Prose to start, then whatever

It was long overdue that he'd promised Ggio a vacation to get out of the City for a few days. They'd gone to the beach and have camped before once or twice, but it'd been a while since they'd had a chance to just get out and take a break for everything. Tom, for the record, didn't really like camping that much. He was a city boy through and through, and despite his wilder side, he was out of his element without concrete, cars, and streetlights. Still, Ggio liked being out here, and Tom wanted to keep the arrancar happy.

Still, it wasn't all bad though. It was cooler out in the woods, and it was nice to sleep in until the sun woke him. Of course, he'd made sure to pack enough packs of smokes as he could hide, since Ggio would try to throw them away, and beer to get him through the weekend, and an ice chest full of food just in case. He knew that Ggio wouldn't be happy about it, but Tom didn't really like the idea of hunting and killing his own meal. For now though, he sat outside the tent, smoking idly while he waited for Ggio to wake up.

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"Yeah. What else will we eat?" That stuff in the cooler? Bleh! Normally, Ggio would be all for some steak, but not when he could catch food that was living, breathing, swimming, and could bleed.

Amber eyes stay trained on the water, and Ggio idly flexed his fingers as he kept watch for the telltale flash of scales. But hearing Tom splashing behind him was too distracting, and he looked over his shoulder to see what he was up to.

And kept staring.

Tom starts to mention the food he'd packed in the cooler, of course, but refrains since he knows Ggio doesn't want that. One of the points of this trip was to hunt, after all, and Tom knew he wouldn't get out of that this time around, and at least fish were a lot easier and less messy than butchering a deer.

He doesn't respond to that right away since he catches Ggio staring at him for some reason. After checking to see if there's a leech or something on his shoulder or whatever else it could be, Tom tilts his head curiously.

"Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah...."

Only the arrancar was red in the face and so obviously flustered. He turned back to the water, but he was frowning, too distracted, so when a fish did start to creep towards him, Ggio's movements were off. Sloppy. He missed, and fell into the water with a curse.

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Tom just stares for a moment longer, a bit confused about what's wrong until Ggio ineffectively slaps the water and seem a bit frustrated. The werepanther swims over to the arrancar and wraps his arms around Ggio's waist, pulling him back against his chest and nuzzling into his neck.

"Fish later," He hums softly, blushing a little from the close contact and the lack of clothes, already feeling a bit frisky. "I'm not hungry right now."

"But Tom..." Ggio whined, but the growl in his voice soon melted into a purr at the nuzzling, and how he was pulled back against Tom.

He still squirmed, though, as if he protested the idea of putting off food for a while. However, that purring gave him away, as well as the way he stretched his neck for Tom. The embarrassment of his failed catch completely forgotten thanks to Tom's attention.

"So what now?" He asked, giving a light lick to Tom's cheek.

"No buts," Except for the one that's getting some attention now. "You're tense right now," He arm snakes around Ggio's waist. "I'm not an expert, but even I know that will just scare away all the fish if you slap around like that."

The werepanther's lips just barely ghost over the arrancar's neck, licking him lightly before leaning over his shoulder. "What now? We relax, of course."