Gay floof anyone?

He kisses his cheek.

He smiled weakly. ‘You have to be strong for him Alex. Don’t think of Nate’

"I know you're not ok."

“W-what I’m fine…”

"Lies. But I won't push it."

He sighed “I’m not fine. But I don’t want to talk about it and it’s not important right now.”

"I just said I won't push it. But I'm sure It is."

“…” he should’ve just stayed quiet. Too late now. At least Landyn wasn’t pushing.

Landyn gets up. "Hungry?"

“Yeah.” He smiled faintly. It was getting easier to ignore the memories.

Landyn walked into the kitchen. "Btw I found the Mix."

He gasped dramatically “WHERE WAS IT?!”

"THE TOP SHELF. BISH I CAN'T REACH THAT."

“HOW’D IT EVEN GET THERE WE’RE BOTH SHORT”

((this is possibly the best thing I’ve seen all day

(Yesh)
"I HAVE NO EFFING CLUE"

“WHAT THE FLIP. FREAKING PANCAKE MIX”

"…How does one simply toss a full bag of pancake mix?"

He shrugged.

"…Anyways…Pancakes?"

“Oh yeah sure”

((I CAN’T THEY’RE ADORABLE

(DED)
He nods. "Ok!"

((I AM DECEASED

“Come on” He grabs his hand, pulling him into the kitchen

((THEY DESERVE ALL THE HAPPINESS OML ;-;

He follows happily.

“Now where is that Mix? I’m very mad at it”

"The top shelf…"

“Do you have a stool?”

"No…I never put things up there…"

“Well….we’re gonna have to improvise”

"Dining room chair."

“That should work”