"Ummm? Yes homo I'd marry Milo if he was human. Fuckin'… call me gay all you want, but that's a fine piece of man right there. He'd treat me right."
Boys will be boys (CLOSED MxM ROLEPLAY)(Stalkers welcomed and appreciated <3)
“Bro.. not gonna lie, bro, that’s kinda gay!” Damien put on his best frat boy impression for that, and honestly, it was scarily good. “Dude, Milo would be such a fuckin’ breadwinner. You just know he’s got that 401K.”
Rowan snickered a bit. "Damn right he would. All the ladies would want him, but he's faithful to his man." He gestured to himself, grinning.
Damien snorted out a laugh, finally getting off of Rowan. “He’s like.. the husband.”
"Ideal husband. Where are you going?" Rowan asked, starting to shiver again.
“Oh- yeah, I was just getting up ‘cus I realized that I have super bony shoulders and they were probably digging into you. Also, my neck hurts.” Damien complained a little, rubbing the base of his neck. “Think I slept on it weird, y’know?”
"But I'm still coooold…" Rowan whined, shifting to cuddle up with Milo instead. "Milo loves me more than you do…"
“Uh- that’s literally impossible, Ro.” Damien huffed, only partially joking. “But some of us need to keep in mind our fuckin’ spines, man. I think you’re forgetting that some of us had scoliosis as kids.”
"I don't remember your fucking scoliosis being a proper excuse to not cuddle with the homies." Rowan scoffed, mock offended.
“Fuck, dude, then c’mere!” Damien patted his chest and held out his arms, essentially inviting Rowan to cuddle with him again. “If it comes back, though, I blame you.”
"I'll break your fucking back and you'll still cuddle." Rowan crawled onto Damien again and clung to him for warmth.
“..Yeah, you’re probably right.” Damien nodded with another short laugh. He draped the blankets over the both of them, moving so that he was essentially laying down- much more comfortable.
Rowan lay his head on Damien's chest and closed his eyes, seeming comfortable and peaceful for the time being.
Damien already had one hand at the base of Rowan’s head, slipping through his hair. “You gonna fall asleep or something?”
"Mmmmm… fuck off…" He mumbled weakly, relaxing more when Damien started petting him again. "I'm fine…"
“Relax, man, just a question.” Damien’s voice was calm, just a little defensive when he said that. “I’m just sayin’, you got super chill as soon as you started cuddlin’ with the homies, so I’m just wondering.”
Rowan yawned a bit and shrugged, his eyes still closed. "I dunno…" He mumbled. "I'm real fucking tired…"
“Yeah, I can tell.. if you’re gonna go to sleep, though, just tell me so I can plan accordingly. I still gotta go at some point, y’know.” He patted Rowan’s head before continuing to pet his hair.
"Why you gotta leave? Just fucking… kill your parents or something. Or stay here forever. They can't kill you if you don't go back."
“..They know where you live, Ro. Plus, I gotta feed my cat ‘n change her litter, ‘cause I’m the only one that’ll do it.” Damien sighed, though it was more one of contentment than exasperation. “Wish I could stay here, though.”
"Bring Ginger here or something… Milo won't hurt her." Rowan yawned again and moved a little closer to Damien.
“Ha.. maybe. I’ll think about it. She’s a little beast, might eat him.” Now Damien was yawning too, entirely relaxed.
"Mmmm…" Milo watched the two of them from where he lay, seeming a bit curious and confused. Rowan pulled the blankets around his shoulders a bit more. "I wish you didn't have to go…"
Damien’s free hand lolled off the couch, trying to lure Milo close enough to pet. “I know, I know. Trust me, me too. I’d pay fuckin’ rent here if it meant I could stay.”
"Then do it… you'll be eighteen soon. Then your parents can't stop you." Milo got up and slowly made his way over, pushing his head up into Damien's hand when he arrived.
“Dude, your fuckin’ parents might.. plus, I gotta pay for too much right now, and my job sucks ass.” Damien laughed quietly, petting Milo gently as soon as he came over. “I dunno. It’s just.. ugh. Y’know?”
"You know, I'm not entirely convinced my parents even fucking exist. What if I actually just live here alone? I guess food keeps showing up in the fridge, though, and I'm not buying anything… kinda creepy when you think about it."
“Yeah, man, startin’ to think they’re just like.. cryptids. Dude, you might be bein’ raised by mothman.” Damien yawned again. “And I can’t tell if that’s good or bad or what.”
"'Raised' is a strong word…" Rowan sighed. "It's like both my parents fucking left when I was a kid so I never see them, but they never actually fucking left."
“..Yeah.” Damien drew Rowan closer, if that was even possible. Damien was warm. “‘t’s weird.. Maybe I get a new job soon, then I can pay rent ‘n shit here.” He snorted, only half joking. “Then ot won’t be so damn lonely around here.”