#((but keep being fluffy cause richard likes laying on your thigs uwu))

[ducknotinarow]

[BaileyRichard]  trace — to trace a part of my muse’s body - his scar uwu

| Uderrated Affectionate Gestures

Summer meant a few things. It was a slower time of the year for the Café so it was the best time for Richard to be able to step away from work in order to go on a family vacation. Like he had gifted to Bailey back at Christmas. Though in truth the real gift was that Richard wouldn't be working at all so Bailey got to have Richard all to himself. Summer also meant it was hot, and yeah going out on nice days was all good but at the same time, it was hot. Richard plopped down onto his towel beside Bailey, offering a slight wave of his hand to Buddy, who was still full of the energy they needed to play around in the sand. Chance was they would be bringing some seashells back with them. Richard then drew his legs up so he could rest his arms on his knees and drop his head. It was hot out today. Even with Richard coming from Las Egeales it didn't make him much a fan of the scoring summer days. The more preferred the Fall when it was cooler and rained. Those early crisp Autumns mornings when he jogged in the fog could happily drink his hot coffee. Well, Richard still drank hot coffee even with the temperature was so insanely high. Head perking up when bailey didn't miss a chance to pick on him asking if his 'old man' was getting worn out running around with thier son just now.

Richard just offered a slight scoff at the comment before picking up his head. "Brat," Summer wasn't all bad though he had to admit, letting amber eyes trail over Bailey right now. Since outside thier shorts, Richard could enjoy the view beside him. Making it obvious he was in fact checking out the same brat he called out just a second ago. "No I'm not tried out it's just the heat getting to me. At least I have quite the view to enjoy as I do take a moment to rest. Even if I could do without the bratty remarks." Richard retorted before sighing out "I just hate the heat, hmm I hate this kind of heat. Other kinds are fine so I'll correct that." he added a smirk to get what he meant by 'heat' just now.

Bailey soon gestured to Richard's own outfit choice, normally Richard wore more business casual attire but not even he would wear that at the beach. Instead, he was wearing shorts himself, and a thin dark navy blue button-up shirt with a pineapple patterning. Bailey saying something along the lines of that being the problem. Richard just lifted a brow and sat up a bit to look over his outfit. "What's wrong with my pineapples?" was all he questioned out of that. It was all airy enough so he wouldn't overheat. Bailey just gave him a look and pointed at the buttons suggestions that might help Richard feel less hot. Sitting up as he went about undoing the buttons of his shirt and held on to one side, so he could move the fabric to fan himself off. "helps a little may need to dip in the water later or waste a bottle of water to drench me." Bailey went on to suggest they could just take the shirt off altogether. "You just want to check me out, fresh."

Not that Bailey needed an excuse they freely check Richard out and pointed that out themself even saying it might just be nice for Richard if he did take his shirt off altogether. Richard closed his eyes mood changed as he continued to air himself off with his shirt. "You know very well why I won't do that." If they were back home at thier pool sure but they weren't, they were out at a public beach. Bailey seemed fast to pick up on that questioning if it was because of the scar on his shoulder. The lack of an answer on Richard's end was enough to say yes of course Bailey went on to say it shouldn't matter. This was an old argument no different than Richard always telling the rooster they didn't need makeup to be beautiful. How was thier face not melting actually? Only now turning to look at his husband a bit of mistake since that just seemed to open up the topic more. Richard went and rolled his eyes "It's gross and I don't need people staring at me because of it, if they are going to stare at me it should be for my chest, face, and ass. Not because of some stupid ugly scar on my shoulder."

Frim in his stance. Not a surprise this was a very common argument after all. Bailey though just shuffled over onto Richard's towel to sit in closer to them, hand moving under the back of Richard's pineapple shirt as Richard could feel the tips of Bailey's fingers ghosting over his feathers working up to his left shoulder where the offending marking was. Told Richard it wasn't gross, gently tracing along the edge of the scar letting thier head, rested on his other shoulder and nuzzle against his neck a little. Richard just let off of his shirt so he could set his hands to the ground and better balance himself as he could feel Bailey's fingers gently drag over his shoulder blade. "You only think that cause your weird." Richard argued "It is in fact gross, it ruined my feathers so they don't grow there so I'm basically blad there. It's weird to look at because of how the skin healed and is bumpy so touching it feels weird too. And the worse of it all because i have the nasty thing I can't show off my back muscles." Oh no the end of the world clearly.

Bailey seemed fine to ignore the dramatics however just gently trailing their touch over Richard's shoulder, despite all Richard said Bailey didn't flinch or retract his touch from the area of skin. Told Richard none of that was true there was nothing wrong with his scare. Hand drop as they went to move to sit behind him now, arms slipping around Richard's waist as they soon nuzzled thier face against his shoulder. Any loving gesture they seemed able to throw to that spot even place a kiss against Richard's shirt. Left the eagle with not much of an argument to hold at the moment. Instead, Richard just moved to break out of Bailey's hold. Not to leave now he was simply adjusting himself a bit. Moving to rest his head on Bailey's lap as he pulled his arm out of the left sleeve of his shirt not taking it off just exposing the scar, Bailey would be enough to cover it anyway. Once more Bailey's hand was running over it gently touching the skin thier, it felt nice. Richard let his eyes close a moment letting them just trail thier tough over his shoulder, following the edge where his 'Bailey" tattoo was at,

"I think you just want everyone to see my tattoo there so they know this god of a creature on the beach is taken. Which is cruel gonna make a lot of people's hearts break." Richard went on to boaster on about. When in doubt flex the ego, "I mean we have our son and rings to already point that out, you know." Richard added on peaking an eye open to smile up to the rooster.