Before the Ceremony | Caleb & Open
It came from behind. The smaller djinn wrapped his arms around the siren's torso, pulling him in tight in that very familiar, intimate way he had. "Hey there Peter Parker," Mickey purred, before letting him go and poking his head around Caleb.
Marlon had dressed up, though he had opted out of a suit: too hot for that, especially for an ifrit. He took of his sunglasses and looked Caleb over. "Well, look at you," he said, obviously appreciative of the suit. "All the old ghosts coming back to town. How are you?"