Argo smiled widely. “That sounds n-nice. I wish I had someone like that,” he mumbled. He had someone he liked like that before, but he had been burned at the stake for witchcraft. A lot of the people he knew had been burned, and his smile faltered for a moment at the memories
Floyd hummed in agreement. “Do you like men?” He asked, though he was hesitant to. If the boy didn’t, that would be a tad awkward to ask about or assume.
Argo nodded. “Yep. I don’t wanna date g-girls,” he said quietly. Even though he had already told Ace, he was still a little wary of telling people
Floyd let out a quiet whistle, nodding slowly in thought. “Damn, that’s great that you figured that out at a younger age. When I was younger, I thought that you could only be straight. Hell, Ace here is my first boyfriend,” he said with a chuckle.
Argo pouted. “I’m not that young. I’m almost 12,” he muttered, staring up at Floyd accusingly
Floyd chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. You’re not a kid, I get that,” he said, a playful look in his eyes.
Argo smiled smugly. He could feel himself getting tired finally, and he pressed himself a little further into the bed. “Thank you for being so nice t’ me, Mr. Floyd and Mr. Ace,” he murmured
Floyd hummed, nodding slowly. “Of course. It’s late, how about you try to get some sleep?” He suggested.
Argo nodded. “G’night, Mr. F-Floyd and Mr. Ace,” he mumbled sleepily before turning onto his side and sinking into the overly comfortable blankets
Ace watched the two, his blue eyes full of happiness, and his face burning.
"Good night Argo." He said, giving him a kiss on the forehead-again- and walking up to Floyd, pulling him out of the room.
Once they were out of the room, Floyd pressed lingering kiss to Ace’s lips. He glanced him over, humming in thought as he did so. “You look great in my clothes,” he mused, plucking at the material of the shirt that looked a bit too big to be Ace’s.
Ace pouted, his face still on fire as he buried himself in Floyd's chest, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Shut up." He whined, holding onto him tighter.
Floyd chuckled softly, tilting his head to kiss the top of Ace’s head. “What are you planning on doing with Argo, hm?” He questioned, hugging the shorter boy against his chest.
"I wanna keep him!" He squealed, like a little kid talking about a puppy, although he remembered the boy sleeping, he quickly covered his mouth, his eyes wide as he turned to make sure he didn't wake him.
"He doesn't have anybody Floyd." He whispered, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his feet.
“Keep him? To have around or like something more?” Floyd questioned, tone slower now. He hated having these serious sounding talks, but it had to be discussed at some point.
Ace shrugged, biting his lip, refusing to make eye contact.
"Have you seen him Floyd? He's ADORABLE, It might be too soon, but I kinda want to ask If I can adopt him!" He said, a small smile on his face.
"I need somebody to take the throne when we're dead." He said, shrugging his shoulders.
(Casually dying of how adorable Ace is rn)
( IKR I'm the one writing and I'm freaking out and face palming at things he's saying xD)
“Adoption, huh? He is a pretty good looking kid,” Floyd said, reaching up to massage at Ace’s shoulders slowly. “And you said we. What, you planning on letting me rule with you or something? Nick would have a goddamn heart attack.”
(Lol Argo is just gonna be super confused as to why Ace wants him)
Ace giggled at the thought.
"I don't know, you'd make a pretty good queen." he said, winking, although he wasn't able to help himself from breaking into another fit of laughter when he imagined Floyd in a dress and tiara.
(Lol Argo is just gonna be super confused as to why Ace wants him)
BECAUSE TINY BLACK MAGIC CONSTELLATION BABY IS ALL ACE LOVES AND NEEDS!!! coughbesidesFloydcough
(Lol that’s an accurate description of pre-demon Argo)
(Lmaooo)
Floyd arched a brow at Ace’s laughter, grinning as he did so. Hell, that would mean a proposal and everything. He made a mental reminder to check his savings when he got home. “I feel like I’d look good in a dress. It’d give me a chance to show off my legs,” he joked.
"wHaT A THicC bOI" aCe S a I D sLaPpINg F l OyD s A s S whILe ThInKiNG A BouT Hi M i N a aA dR e E ss.