Sun flows languidly through the half-open window, honey molasses sliding over the papers on the desk. A man - you think it's a man, but the large swooping horns and thick tail might suggest otherwise - scribbes furioiusly on the page, writing in a unintelligable scrawl. He tenses and stops abruptly as the screen door behind him begins to slide open, but relaxes as he recognizes the gait of the person at the entrance. A massive figure lets himself quietly into the room, his elegance betraying his size. The only sound for a moment is the quiet shhf of his robes on the hardwood and the warmth of the later afternoon sun.
“Finished your lesson yet?" 魔程 huffs out a too-long sigh as he props his chin on his hand. "It's not bad, but the treatment of epimorphisms doesn't feel right. Why do I have to do the work of fixing all these shitty old mistakes for them? Too many words for the same damn things!" 数学 tilts his head in amusement. "You're the only man I know who would commit to rewriting all of mathematics and still have the energy to complain about it after. I know you'll get it, angel." He rests a large hand on 魔程's head, blunted nails gently scraping across his scalp. 魔程 leans into the touch with a soft exhale, a step away from a sigh. "Thank youuuuu, 老公. I'll be down to help with dinner in a bit." 数学 hums agreeably. "No rush."
数学&魔程 are particularly inseparable. Both of them initiate interations equally, but since 魔程 has to teach, and 数 is kind of retired, 数 usually inserts himself into 魔程's day. Both are equally handsy/touchy, but 数 is more possessive and prefers to have visual indicators to others that 魔程 is his (魔程 is thrilled with this). 数 also knows that his energy is very noticably strong, so he never worries about anyone hurting 魔程 (plus, he knows 魔程 is quite powerful himself).
A moonbeam slices through the small room, flitting over the oversized oscilloscope and through the tall handles of paintbrushes. Although the scene is dark, the laughter of two men from within is shines brightly. “修！No way you suggested that!" A peal of laughter, fast and thick. "To his face? Your dad must have had a fit!" "I mean, to be fair, I could have said a lot of things at the time and he would have been pissed anyway." "But still!" The laughter fades into the silence of a smile, unspoken giggles ready to burst out. 魔程 flops sideways from his sitting position, beaming at 修程. The other man blushes under his intensely directed attention. 魔程's gaze softens. "I like it when you tell me about how you left. It makes me happy to see how much you trust yourself now." He wiggles his way towards 修程, dragging the bottle of sparkling cider they've been sharing with him. He takes a swig, and both of their eyes catch on how the moonlight refracts through the green, shimmering gently. Their eyes meet and 修程 looks away again, blush high on his cheeks. 魔程 lets his head drop, chasing 修程 as he slightly leans away. "Am I really that bad, 燕子？ Don't you want to look at me?" He pouts. 修程 mumbles something about workplace safety requirements, but the way he melts into the embrace says otherwise.
魔程&修程 are unique in that they work very closely together, and spend a large chunk of their day together. This results in a much more relaxed undercurrent of a relationship compared to the more.. passionate and firey exchanges with the other two. 修程 is in a similar dynamic to 数学 and 魔程 since 魔程 is more powerful than him and supports his growth. The two enjoy playing as equals though, and 魔程 is more level headed about public relations, so he manages to keep it relatively private from his disciples. Not that he wouldn't like to show off his 燕子, but they have to reunite the techniques of the three major sects, and that requires most of his attention.
The morning air is crisp with the promise of a coming autumn, but the man beneath the tree seems to be convinced of summer's continued stay. His hair, tied up haphazardly, twists wildly in a sudden gust, and his large sunhat is blown back from his face. He grins as he catches the brim and pulls it back down to cover his eyes from the sun, glinting with some new idea. From below, someone is slowly ascending the hill, and he peers down at them mischeviously. 魔程 sits back against the large maple tree and pretends not to have noticed. The man approaching either didn't notice either, or is playing along. His inky black hair lays smooth and heavy down his back, even with the playful breezes. He stands over 魔程，and quirks an eyebrow.
"Want to tell me why a horde of your disciple twerps showed up to my morning sword forms?" He punctuates his question with a cross of his arms. 魔程 is pretending to be asleep. "I can read your fluid flows, stupid, I know you're awake." 魔程 grins up at him. "They always ask about you, I thought you might want to play the cool 大哥 and show them some high level stuff!" The other man looks unimpressed. 魔程 pouts. “C'monnnn 物理.... I know you'll like them if you just give them a chance.... just for me, 哥哥？” He slides to his feet, dramatically batting his eyelashes. 物理's gaze hardens, just a touch, with something unreadable. After a beat, he rolls his eyes. "If you come down and spar with me it'll give them a better show." "Deal! You know that's even better, right?" 魔程 loops his arm into 物理‘s and they start down the hill.
物理&魔程 keep to themselves mostly, but enjoy the time they have together. 物理 is extremely possessive and goes out of his way to insert himself into 魔程's schedule/ distract him from his duties. He often blows off responsibilities to do this, since he doesn't particularly care (魔程 knows this, so he doesn't really assign him that much to do). They play a lot of cat & mouse, with 物理 chasing 魔程 in various ways, and 魔程 playing it up. In rare moments, 物理 is completely enamoured by one of 魔程's projects, and the two reach a very efficient flow state with each other. This usually ends with 物理 carrying 魔程 off to who knows where to research.. non newtonian fluid dynamics and applied heat transfer.