Early in the morning always seemed to be the hardest time for anyone in the family. Namely, none of them really wanted to get up to for any reason.
In the living room, the TV could be heard. Sinbad was half-asleep, so he couldn’t really place what show opening was being played.
The redhead looked over to the right, seeing Dennis fast asleep. The window showed a rather dark sky, indicating sunrise wouldn’t come for a good long while. To his left, the bed was empty, meaning Shark had to be awake.
“Where’d he go…” Getting to his feet, Sinbad quietly wandered out of the room, doing his best not to wake Dennis. Trying not to stumble, he went to investigate the source.
“Dude, what are you doing up?” The answer to that was obvious. Even in his groggy state, Sinbad could see Shark watching a show he said he’d been meaning to watch. Still, he had to ask.
The brunet pointed to the show opening to an anime Sinbad only really knew the title of.
“Ain’t it kind of early to be watching Moribito?”
The brunet shrugged. “I wanted to get some TV time in now, before Dad and Lolly wake up. Wanna watch?”
“It’s three in the morning, man. Can’t it wait until your sister’s at school or something?” Sinbad tried rubbing the sleep from his eyes, knowing Shark’s answer could cause an argument.
He sighed, and sat down next to him. “What episode are you on?”
Sinbad could understand wanting a festival to last three days or so. A week was more of a stretch, but still understandable.
Now, a whole month, that seemed ridiculous. Nonetheless, there were the booths and entertainment in all the amusing glory.
Shark seemed entranced by all that there was to do, which admittedly didn’t look all too exciting. Mostly just places to play soccer and have water balloon fights.
“Come on, Sinbad! I think they’re selling ice cream instead of snow cones this year.” The younger man began pulling his boyfriend toward the food stall. His energy was impressive, considering earlier that morning, he was up at an unusual hour watching anime.
Sinbad groaned. “We got ice cream at home.”
“But I’m tired of chocolate chip cookie dough! Right now I’m feeling like having Mint Chocolate Chip. Please, can we get some?”
He never could understand how those puppy dog eyes still worked on him after nearly two years or so together. But they did. Sinbad let himself be led to the stall, ending up buying two ice cream cones for the both of them.
“I’m trying to remember why they ain’t offering snow cones anymore,” Sinbad mused as he and Shark kept walking around, getting their stroll in for the day.
“Didn’t someone complain about the ‘adult’ flavored one?” Shark said in between licks of his ice cream. “Like, they got their kid that flavor even though they weren’t supposed to?”
The redhead then uttered, “Huh,” for a lack of a better response. He then resumed enjoying his cold treat.
At least he did until Shark dropped his own, for some reason. Then he stopped getting ice cream on his face to notice Shark beginning to scrunch up his face.
“Oh, no…” Sinbad could see the warning signs of his boyfriend about to start wailing. “Oh, come on, don’t cry!”
This seemed to have little effect. Shark was still in the process of tearing up. Sinbad frantically looked around, hoping not to cause a scene. “Look, if I get you another one, will it make you feel better? Or at least get you to not cry?”
The brunet’s lip was still trembling. He glanced at the fallen cone.
“And how about this? From here on out, I’ll get you ice cream whenever we go out to eat. Sound good?”
Shark wiped his eyes, then said, “Okay”, in a wavering voice.
Amazingly, it didn’t take long for Sinbad to start holding up his end of that deal.
The next evening, he was reminded he had to get ice cream when he went to the diner to pick something up. The reminder came in the form of Shark pulling at his sleeve.
“What? What do you want?”
The brunet pointed toward the ice cream display. Sinbad was about to say that he only made that promise to stop Shark’s crying. However, he relented.
“All right. Pick a flavor, just hurry up. I don’t want to keep your dad waiting.”
Dennis was proudly wearing his new vest when the two came home. He looked at his son happily enjoying an ice cream cone, and then turned to Sinbad hoping to understand what the occasion was for it.
“Long story, you wouldn’t really be interested.”
The patriarch seemed to be satisfied at that answer. “If I’d known you were going to be buying dessert, I’d have asked you to get some for everyone. But it’s not necessary. All right, give it here.”
Sinbad handed Dennis the take-out box, who then carried it over to the couch.
“Normally, at this time, we’d probably go out to the restaurant to eat. But given last time, I think it’s best we not do that for a while.”
“What about a movie? I mean, after you’re done eating, of course.”
The idea seemed to appeal to both Racket men. “I suppose that sounds nice. Any preference as to which one you want to watch, then?”
The redhead shrugged. “I ain’t picky. What about you, Shark?”
The brunet opened his mouth to respond, before being cut off by his father:
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, boy.” Shark then closed his mouth and opted to shake his head instead.
“Well, it’s not like we need to know right this instant, right, boss?” Dennis nodded.
Putting up a finger until he finished chewing, the older man spoke again. “Indeed. Wait until I’m done here, then we’ll go, all righty?”