Boathouse

Boathouse
basement

The Boathouse is an underground harbour at Adeothorne Academy of the Arcane where the boats are stored and where they docked when the first years arrived at Adeothorne Castle every 1 September.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

His embarrassment has reached an all-time high. Considering how often he seems to embarrass himself, this is quite the accomplishment. Everything about this birthday has been *miserable* so far. It's not as terrible as last year's, which reminds him of the boathouse incident, but it's been terrible. One might wonder why this is considered his birthday, but Elouan doesn't have a birth*day*. Every year it's five days before and five days after, which is why his joint party with Molly is on the perfect day just five days after his birthday. His plans for this party are the only thing holding his head above the water at the moment as he dashes down the stairs to the boathouse. In his head, he's wearing a long flowing dress and it's bellowing behind him in the wind as he dramatically approaches the water, sliding down onto his knees at the water's edge. His chest is rising and falling sharply with each breath, mostly from the sudden exercise and partially from this anxiety. He's so humiliated. Who else saw his amazingly handsome boyfriend and caught *that* on him? Elouan hasn't even seen it yet. He doesn't know how terrible it is. He didn't know what he was doing would cause *this*. Staring at his reflection, he whispers something about never touching Kian again, but the thought leaves him withering at the water's edge. He loves him so much.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Returning to the Boathouse reminds him of his first meeting with Elouan, but he is too caught up in thinking about how Katiya knows he is a metamorphmagus now among other things. Kian does not know how she was able to notice his abilities when he has done such a good job at being so subtle about them, and then of course *Yves* had to go and tell his boyfriend that he saw the hickey so he cannot just transform it away without explanation. Speaking of his boyfriend... Elouan truly seemed so embarrassed and Kian's heart hurt a little at the idea of him being so distraught, which really came to his attention when he sent a 'hi kian' without his signature star. Hopefully he will be reassured easily, but then he enters the Boathouse and sees that Elouan is having another... What did he call it again that first time? A *Mulan moment*. So ridiculous, Kian thinks. He is so in love with him. "Hello Elouan," he says, approaching him. He doesn't want to bother asking if he is okay because he already knows the answer, but it's fine to actually hear it. That, and once he knows the extent of Elouan's embarrassment, he will be able to respond accordingly. "Are you alright?" He sits next to Elouan and holds out his hand for him to take.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Upon hearing his name, his head turns both directions to find his boyfriend, eyes wide and full of shame. When he sits beside him and sees his waiting hand, his arms slide around one of his and he rests his head against his shoulder. Elouan knew he wouldn't be able to swear off of touching him. "Hi," he mumbles into his shirt, hand venturing lower to still capture his hand despite the current entanglement. His head turns to the side, no longer burying himself into his boyfriend's tough frame. "I'm not. I've been humiliated," he tells him, still not accepting that it's fine. He wasn't necessarily reassured by those text messages. He's worried Kian won't be very comforting now either, but it's worth trying. "I didn't know... I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done it on purpose." He knows some might do that, so he wants to clarify that he isn't one of those people. It's possessive at best, and he doesn't want to give the impression that he's that clingy. He remembers their position and slowly removes himself, just holding onto his boyfriend's hand. Nervously, he starts to squeeze. "Is it terrible? Was *I* terrible? Oh, my God." He's in crisis mode, but he's slowly becoming less frantic and instead far more tired as the anxiety starts to wear off. He's still staring at the other boy with panic in his eyes, but his breathing has slowed and he is trying to focus on the fact that Kian doesn't seem as panicked as he is. Maybe it *is* fine. "Would you have told me if it was terrible?" he asks, voice going quiet.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

The moment Elouan wraps himself around Kian, he kisses the top of his boyfriend's head once and has to stop himself from chuckling because the situation is so ridiculous to him. While his worry is very much valid, Elouan is worried over *nothing*. He lets himself smile though – Elouan can't see that anyway. It was a bit embarrassing to receive that text from Katiya, yes, but after Defense he had transfigured it away for no one else to see. On the walk here, he had already made up his mind about telling Elouan about his abilities (since he was *going* to anyway and it feels wrong having Katiya know before him). Then, Elouan begins to apologize and Kian becomes a bit more alarmed that Elouan is legitimately and seriously anxious over this. "There were probably only seven people total in that class. I don't think anyone noticed but Yves and Katiya." he begins, "I went straight to my dorm after, and none of my roommates said anything." Maybe Leighton saw it and was too disgusted to mention it. Kian thinks that's more than within the realm of possibility. "It isn't terrible. See?" Now that Elouan is no longer attached to him, Kian leans forward and cranes his neck to show him the splotchy bruise which is a reddish-purple color. Admittedly, it *is* a bit bad, but Kian is being calm because it's really not a big deal to him anyway. "You were *not* terrible." Kian blushes, remembering how he *got* the hickey in the first place. "The opposite, actually. And yes, I would tell you. I promise." Kian exhales, running through everything Elouan just said to make sure that he's addressed everything. "There's no need to apologize, Elouan." he says quietly. He is not fantastic with words, but he is *trying*. "I don't mind that people saw. It's not a big deal and – " Kian loves him, so it's definitely fine. The words are on the tip of his tongue, but he decides maybe not right now. "We're fine." he says, "More than fine. I'm not embarrassed."

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

His immediate response to Yves being mentioned is a small whine: "He was giggling..." It's quiet, and he huffs immediately afterwards. His roommate is a pest, but also a friend sort of. A good friend would not want to embarrass him. When he's shown the bruise, his face fills with horror as he notices that he's done *that* to his boyfriend. Showing him did not seem to have the desired effect of reassuring him that it was just nothing. He immediately starts to blush out of embarrassment especially once his performance is complimented, tilting his head down onto his boyfriend's shoulder again. His compliments do a better job of bringing him comfort, and he smiles a little at the idea that he did good. "Thank you," he remains quiet, but is less hesitant than seconds ago. He's still anxious because a few seconds and a compliment won't wash that anxiety away. It's an improvement though. "We're fine," he repeats mostly to himself. He has to finish the act of reassuring himself, not fully soothed by what he has been given yet not having the words to explain that to him. He doesn't want to try to push for more from him even if he knows Kian would try to if he said something. He lingers on this longer, repeating the other boy's words over in his head and blushing more as he pictures how they both reacted to the topic of what started that little bruise in the first place. "What I did- It didn't hurt?" He isn't sure how he could've left *that* and not hurt him. "And you're sure you enjoyed it?"

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

"It didn't hurt." he confirms immediately, "Or at least, I don't remember if it did. In case you don't remember, I was distracted by other things, Elouan." He exhales sharply in amusement, rolling his eyes fondly. "Which I think answers the question whether or not I enjoyed it." Kian's face goes red again, but he isn't too embarrassed because it's Elouan. "Also, it's *Yves*. He giggles over everything." Kian is trying to be nicer about Yves since he is dating Katiya now and because Zenia explicitly asked him to, but the boy in question is making it difficult. "We *are* fine." he repeats, trying to reassure him more because he senses that Elouan is not completely calm yet. He realizes this might be a good opportunity to explain to him that he can just... make the bruise disappear. He has never had to reveal this to anyone before. All his siblings have known since he was little, and it's not like he actually talked to Katiya about it. "The hickey is no big deal, look – " Again he shows off the offending bruise, and in a matter of seconds, it fades into the rest of his skin. It'll likely still hurt a bit if anyone presses on it, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that it's gone. "Gone. No one else is going to see it." He is quiet for a little bit to gauge Elouan's reaction, before continuing, "I apologize for not having told you before that I'm a metamorphmagus but I don't tell *anyone*, really. I was going to soon since you're my boyfriend now but it didn't seem relevant." It really isn't. It's not like Kian enjoys showing off his abilities. "But I was able to hide it right after class so I really doubt many people saw it. You don't have to be embarrassed."

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

He's just as embarrassed, but his demeanor brightens at the compliments no matter how vague. He appreciates them and the encouragement they will give him once they get into those activities again. Clearly, he didn't need it, but he isn't going to do it anything like last time. He also appreciates watching Kian express a more diverse range of emotions more openly, smiling to himself as he watches him. "We're fineee," he draws out the word, turning his gaze down toward their hands. When he calls upon his attention again, he focuses and then freezes as he stares at where the hickey once was. His hand slowly falls out of the other boy's, shifting around to be just slightly behind him. "Whoa," he lets out, clapping a hand over his mouth and laughing with sheer delight. A finger traces along where the bruise once was, but he tries to do it very lightly just in case it still hurts. He doesn't appear too bothered by the fact that he wasn't told immediately and seemingly forgets the fact that he wasn't told just about as soon as he is. "I won't tell. Promise." He's not good at secrets, but he can try to be better. He will have to be. He would be terribly disappointed in himself if he messed this one up too. He stays quiet for a moment longer, staring at the spot before moving around to be even with him once more. Elouan stares at the water, pretending to not have more questions or to not be unnecessarily excited, but it comes out anyways. He turns, staring at him and placing both hands on his thigh. "You're so amazing. Everything about you is so nice!" He sure seems cheerier, leaning in and kissing him. In his head, he adds a little *I love youuu*, but he stops himself. Instead he just admires him with a pleasant smile. "Can you show me again? Would it still be sore if I touched it? Are your eyes naturally grey? I always thought they were so handsome..."

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

The bruise reforms where it once was for Elouan to see. "Yes, it would still hurt." is what he answers first, just so Elouan doesn't poke at it or anything. "And yes, my eyes are naturally grey." The compliment makes him shy, so he continues by deflecting the attention off of himself. It is so odd to him that Elouan has gotten close enough to him to really see these parts of him up close and find them *handsome*, no less. "I like your eyes better." he says. "And you are so amazing. You don't even need any special abilities to be so wonderful." Given Kian's track record with words, this is a significant change but it comes out naturally. He would not want to force these sappy sentiments out of his mouth and thus take away their value. Words *are* important to Kian, and that's why he is so particular about not wasting breath on half-hearted attempts to express his feelings. It's better to just not try at all, he reasons. "So, you really don't have to worry about... leaving marks." Kian blushes more, his eyes flickering to a greenish blue before flickering back to grey. Now that he does not have to try as hard to control that, it is happening again. "And you didn't have to apologize. I love you – so of course I wouldn't have been bothered." The words come out before he realizes, and when he finishes his sentence, he bites his lip as he considers this. "I *do* love you." he repeats. Then pauses, hesitating before adding, "You don't have to say it back."

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Elouan thought he was amazing before he had this information, so his face scrunches in protest at the idea that only *he* is still so wonderful without abilities. "You don't either," he adds, ensuring the conversation doesn't move forward as he adds it in before he can say anything else. It's important he knows that. He will do extra reassurance of this fact later on, but he's otherwise caught onto his next statement. It's still a little embarrassing to him because he hasn't found the courage to be confident about it yet, so he blushes and then grins when he catches the way his eyes change colors. His own eyes fill with wonder, but still stay green. Suddenly, he remembers when he was corrected on the color of his eyes and he wants to remind Kian of that and tell him how ridiculous he was being, but then he tells him he loves him and he freezes again in surprise. His face searches through the other boy's, having caught him before he even caught himself. "I love you." Elouan doesn't hesitate beyond the first wave of surprise, wanting to know if he was supposed to hear that before saying it too. Once he's said it, he doesn't know why he had even worried about that, no matter how brief the concern had been. He smiles, but it turns into a bright grin despite his attempted restraint. He gets excited, closing his eyes and sitting in the feeling of being told he's loved. He's never been told that in this context, and it's new and exciting beyond comprehension. He wants to explode. "I love you *so* much. Why wouldn't I say it? I have been waitinggg." It's as if air is being let out of a balloon, which is generally fitting for much of Elouan's activities. Still he had gotten worried he would wither away not being able to say it. Now he's allowed to and he will say it whenever he wants. Hopefully that isn't annoying to him. "I love you," he adds again, laughing at himself.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian relaxes the moment Elouan says it back and he closes his eyes, letting a smile spread across his face when Elouan repeats it the first time. It is so wonderful to him to hear it, so he leans in and kisses Elouan once as if to emphasize this point. "I love you." he says, before adding another, "I love you so much." He needs to match both times Elouan's said it, after all. It is so amusing to Kian to hear Elouan whine about how he has been waiting when he himself has been waiting. It does not matter; the point is he said it and now they can say so to each other as much as they want, which is fantastic since Kian has really been holding himself back especially during their little chats and just about every single time they see each other or say goodbye. Kian knows if he does not change the topic or segue into a new one, then he will just sit here telling Elouan he loves him for God knows how long and that is, very predictably, more sappiness than his body would allow him to express. It's fine; he can just slip it into conversation from time to time and that should be more bearable. "Are you enjoying your birthday so far?" They have discussed before that technically ten days should not be considered a birth*day* – a birth *week*, maybe, but Kian has since given into Elouan's antics. They are endearing and if anyone deserves ten days of celebration, it is definitely his boyfriend.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Hearing him say it again is so comforting, but he doesn't want to overwhelm him by saying it to him a fourth time so soon. His mouth presses together as he attempts to resist, but he's meeting his gaze with enough adoration in his eyes that it's obvious what he wants to do. He leans forward and kisses him again before placing his head on his shoulder and staring down at the water. He releases his breath in a short sigh, webbing their fingers together. He's so content and happy. He doesn't want to have to leave this moment in time or skip to another conversation. He just wants to sit in the warmth of knowing that Kian loves him. His embarrassment over the hickey has briefly left his mind, but will return later once he's laying in bed. For now, it's just about the love between them, which is quite a lot. Kian calling his festivities a *birthday* despite their little conversation about how that's technically incorrect just warms his heart more even if the answer is not so positive. "It's a lot better *now*," he tells him, tilting his head towards him. He had been starting to wonder if this would be the second worst birthday of his lifetime, only falling short to last year's lackluster celebration. "I don't know... A lot has been happening with Molly and then my aunt and then the *suçon*- love bite. And- And my birth*day* is on a Monday." He sighs again, much more dramatic this time.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian's brow furrows when Elouan begins to talk about how difficult his birthday has been going. This is not what Elouan deserves after all, and he makes a mental note of all the issues that Elouan has listed off. There is nothing he can do to change the laws of time and magically make Elouan's birthday on a different day, but he would if he could. The rest, he thinks he can handle, and yes, that includes the Queen of Brittany. Kian can be rather ridiculous sometimes, but it is normally Elouan that inspires this in him. "I love you," he starts off with, "I'm sorry that your birthday hasn't been going how you pictured it." The matter of the 'love bite' seems to have been resolved already, so Kian does not bother trying to reassure him any longer about it. Then, there is *Molly*, who Kian is decidedly neutral about but if her problems interfere with Elouan's birthday then for sure he will have to have a word with her. Admittedly, he does not even know what's going on there, and what is interesting to him is that the rest of ~~his friends~~ Charms Group #3 seem to all be in on it. Even *Leighton*, who Kian could have sworn is lower on Molly's list than Kian himself is. How strange. He does not know how to phrase, *What is Molly bothering you with?* nicely. He sits on it for a few seconds before finally coming up with, "You shouldn't let Molly's problems affect your birthday celebration too much. I'm sure she wouldn't want that." That seems like a safe thing to say. He waits to see how Elouan responds before probing more about Elouan's *aunt*, which Kian is sure will be a bigger problem.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

"I love you," he responds the moment he's done talking. Elouan doesn't want a second to pass without him knowing he loves him just as much. It had been so limiting before, so he feels far freer with this newfound option for expressing his love to him. "Molly..." *is having problems with Felton and your friend Leighton.* He resists, unsure of if it would be appropriate to disclose that even if it's to Kian. "Molly's feelings matter. Molly is one of my best friends, and she's important. I will be there for her. Anyways, it's *her* birthday *too*." Elouan doesn't think she has the same system, but he applies it to all of his friends regardless. Also, to acknowledge his point on Molly not wanting that, he knows that that is because she is too selfless and never prioritizes herself. If he has to sacrifice a little bit of his birthday festivities to get her to put herself first some, then he will. "It really wasn't that terrible, and I would do it again. It's just depressing. I love Molly and want her to be happy, and she *isn't*, so that's upsetting." His voice starts to become a lot sadder as he goes on, inevitably sighing. He still has to resist the urge to point his finger at Leighton, but he really wouldn't want to do that anyways. It would be too much drama for him than he thinks he can handle. His luck likely hasn't recovered from how much was exerted on dating Kian and being besties with Molly at the same time. He better not test it. "I'm excited to share my birthday with her though. I really adore her, and she will be so beautiful. She *is* so beautiful." He starts to cheer himself up that way, smiling slightly as he pictures her in the dress they configured for her. He loves parties *and* Molly plus everyone else he loves will be in attendance apart from his parents, so he will really be winning that day. It will be a great end to his birthday festivities. "But you're right," he adds in acknowledgement, wanting to just brush the situation away so he doesn't spill the beans.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian doesn't push any further because he is not invested in Molly or her problems so he is more than willing to just go on without knowing what possibly could have happened. Still, he considers all this and listens. Molly is one of Elouan's best friends (Sigh. Kian *much* prefers Chrys, who is practical, intelligent (and not just academically!), and in a drama-less relationship with Maya.) and he will be happy, he guesses, to hear these little updates from his boyfriend about the people who matter to him so much. "I guess if she's having a rough time then it's very good of you to be planning all this birthday stuff with her. It will definitely cheer her up." he says, "You're a great friend. She's very lucky." It's good to hear that Molly's problems have not ruined Elouan's celebrations, so he moves onto the more troubling mention in Elouan's little spiel earlier. "And your aunt?" he asks, his voice becoming a bit more quiet. Kian has obviously not heard very good things about the Queen of Brittany, so he knows to be more careful when discussing this topic. He is well-aware that she would not be very happy about Kian and Elouan's relationship, which is just ridiculous to him because he is as good a political match as any of the options that she could have lined up for him.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Elouan knows he's lucky to have her too, but doesn't see a point in clarifying that at the moment. Even if she won't accept it, he will have to message her later and remind her of how amazing she is. It always brightens his day when he gets random messages like that, so he assumes others are similar. His aunt is a surefire way to bring his mood down again, but he's still riding off of the high of their first handful of *I love you*s and how happy he is with his boyfriend and his friends. So, he tries his best to tune out the frustration as he begins to address it. His hand squeezes Kian's again. "Her focus is on the larger birthday event, which will be for my seventeenth. It's-" He breathes in and out slowly. "It's upsetting. I don't want one, and she knows that. Instead of letting me enjoy my time now, she wants me to worry about what she has planned. I don't *want* it though. It isn't fair." It's obnoxious to complain about having a large, royal celebration of your birth. He's somewhat aware of that, but he knows he has every right to be upset about a life being forced upon him. "I don't want to have to think about that decision right now..." He knows what he would choose, but he doesn't want to have to ponder over what he's losing by doing so. It's overwhelming, and he just isn't ready yet.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian frowns when Elouan's face falls, contemplating everything he's said so far. "Then don't." he says, "I love you. It will be fine." Kian will make *sure* it is fine, but he doesn't verbalize that because he does not want Elouan to have to worry about him getting worked up over all this. Kian would insist that it isn't stressful for him when it concerns Elouan, but nonetheless he does not want to add to the list of things bothering Elouan during his birthday. "It's fine for you to ignore her for at least one more week. Just focus on your birthday." Kian sighs, bothered that Elouan is going through so much when the whole ten-day celebration should be perfect. "I love you." he says again, before continuing. "Your birthday's going to be wonderful, even if it *is* on a Monday. And your party with Molly will be very, very fun." Kian certainly believes in his boyfriend's ability to throw a party. "Were you able to decide on what you'll be wearing for it?" Hopefully talking about this will lighten Elouan's mood, Kian thinks. "Maybe some time this week we can go through my closet and find something to match... If you haven't already picked something out." Kian realizes very quickly while he's talking that Elouan most likely already has something prepared, just like with Morp. "I'll wear whatever, you know that."

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

"I love you," he responds, once again not hesitating. He's amazed by how much he's been told that in just a few minutes, but he's pleased and happy and content. He doesn't want to stop hearing it but is worried that he will get withdrawals once they part. It's a little clingy, but he just loves hearing it and he's been exposed to it so much just now and all of a sudden that he'll miss not hearing it. He loves the sound of Kian's voice... It helps make his attempts at reassurance more comforting because otherwise he isn't sure it would be so effective except he loves him and trusts his judgement. "You're right! I love you so much. It will be fine," he tells himself, separating them as he turns around and notices he had thrown his bag sort of a ways away. Unable to summon it, he stands and retrieves it. "I'll show you! It's beautiful and handsome as well as *élégant* and *étourdissant*, so you will love it." Once he's sitting down beside him, his tongue falls out of the corner of his mouth as he focuses on finding the sketch he has of the design for it. He's gotten good at drawing these sorts of things after requesting so many specific pieces, so there are quite a few rough drafts for future events that he likes to dream about. He doesn't have one for his debutante. "What if we do *bleu*? A soft *bleu*! I thought I had more time before discussing this, but there's a little gift I have. It matches the watch!" He's more so just thinking out loud, turning his head to face him and temporarily distracting himself from his search. When he turns down again, he immediately spots it and holds it out for him. "See? Do you love?" He grins, glancing between his boyfriend and the sketch.

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

Kian looks down at the sketch before glancing up at Elouan again while his boyfriend is still busy showing it off. "Yes, I *do* love," he says, then tears his gaze away from Elouan to look back down at what he has designed. "Blue is a good color." Maybe one day Elouan can wear something peach since that is his favorite color (Kian remembers this conversation at the Astronomy Tower clearly, and even remembers how he had mused even then that Elouan would look good in the color.); Kian does not know how he would match with *that* but he trusts Elouan's eye for these things. "You don't have to keep getting me things." Kian mentions, just to be clear that Elouan is under no obligation to. He has still not yet fully wrapped his head around the possibility that for some people, this is really their primary way of expressing love. "You can keep doing it if you want to," he clarifies, "I love all your gifts." The watch is too nice for him to wear regularly, but he will likely use it for future formal events that he will have to attend over breaks with his family. Elouan's love for gifts is rather pressuring for Kian since he does not know if what he has gotten him for his birthday will be a satisfactory present, but he will likely try to schedule a short hangout with Chrysanthemum to discuss it. He assumes her standards will be quite high, which is good, considering that she is dating Maya Crawford and also because she would want her best friend to receive a good gift from his boyfriend.

Elouan Pendragon

hufflepuff, sixth year § prince of brittany
ateleia

Elouan glances towards him after the confirmation, grinning cheekily. "Hm, me or the outfit?" he jokes, knowing now for certain that he is loved and trusting that Kian would be honest with him. Obviously then, both things are true. He frowns a little at the comment about not getting his *boyfriend* gifts. Can you imagine? He's maybe in too sensitive of a state to handle any longer of a pause than what Kian gives him, exhaling the moment he says it's fine and he appreciates his gifts. "I love it... I love seeing something and remembering you and giving it to you and seeing your face when you open it!" Admittedly, he isn't the most expressive person, but he sees through a lot of the flatness by now and he assumes he's usually pleased with what he does unless something bigger happens to worry him like today. Another admission (and one with far more guilt behind it) is that he loves the fact that he can buy whatever he wants for him. It's the cause of a lot of pleasure for Elouan, feeling more useful that way even if shiny things aren't necessarily inherently *useful*. "I know I don't have to, but I really want to... and I'm glad you love them. I can do *more*." He's a little more embarrassed towards the end, smiling slightly then eventually laughing to hide it. Breaking the ice, he starts in a sing-song voice: "*I love youuuu...*"

Kian Eliades

caulerpa, sixth year
paintedred

"You don't need to do *more*," Kian says; he is already wondering how he is going to be able to compare to everything that Elouan has already gotten him. He cannot imagine having to worry about needing to account for even *more* things, though he knows that this will likely become a fixture in their relationship that Kian cannot avoid. He will get used to it, he's sure. He plans on being with Elouan for the long, foreseeable future and that is a lot of time to become accustomed to receiving gifts here and there, and often too. "Or at least don't get me anything else until after your birthday, so that I have less to compete with." It's not a competition, Kian is well-aware, but he is still deathly afraid of 'losing' when he knows how much gifts mean to Elouan. "I love everything you get me already, and it's nice that these things remind you of me." It is still bewildering to Kian that Elouan sees such nice things and immediately his mind goes towards *Kian*, but perhaps Elouan's just biased because he's his boyfriend. Kian rolls his eyes (with much affection!) when Elouan adopts his sing-song voice, and he leans in again to kiss him before replying. "I love you, too."