"Uh, let's just... totally not remember the last time you came around." Florian tried to laugh the embarassment off.
"Yeah, why not. I wouldn't mind forgetting the stuff you were doing." Robert did a funny side-eye.
"Me? Like it's not you who suggested we get drunk and stoned afterwards."
"You've got weed hidden inside of your bloody couch!"
"And you've got a fake ID to buy damn alcohol!"
"Let's just admit we're both equally fucked up." Robert suddenly wanted to end the debate, throwing himself back on the couch.
"Guess you're right, Planty. We're both equally fucked up." Florian closed their eyes and did the same.
Robert laughed, but then an idea came to his mind.
"Hey, Flower. Name a vynil I haven't got at home." he challenged them.
"Huh, hmm." they just stared at the shelves in front of them for a while.
"In the court of the crimson king?" they called out.
"Nope, I've got that one. Try something more American." Robert booped Florian's nose like a button in a funny way.
"Hmm, The man machine." they exclaimed suddenly, booping Robert's nose too.
"German elevator music? I don't have that one, but I said American!" he shook his head in dissapointment, but still grinned.
"It's not elevator music and you don't have it. You should be satisfied by now!"
"Okaaay, mum. So, have you ever been to a sleepover?"
"Not even once. Well, my parents would never let me and no one invited me anyways." they shrugged and smiled sadly.
"Then, if you don't mind, I'm inviting you to my place for a sleepover, Flower!" Robert rubbed his hands together.
"Alrighty, I accept your offer!" Florian stood up. Robert was just grinning and was happy like a puppy.
"I'll grab some of my things and we can go, then. And can you please take the vynil?" they opened the door and started walking out. Robert followed, holding the vynil he was asked to grab.
They were now on their way, walking on the sidewalk, talking, laughing and talking again. Florian has already seen the house on the outside, but never on the inside. It was a big house with multiple flats in it. Each floor having three. Robert lived with his mum and dad on the highest, third floor.
He opened the front door with a key, and a pretty welcoming atmosphere filled out both of their views.
"Hello there," Robert streamed into the flat and with a hand gesture invited Florian with him.
"Hi Robert! Who's this kid you brought with you?" a tall, middle-aged woman with bright purple hair came out of the living room.
"He... uh, they, em.." Robert just embarrased himself, but he tried to push something out. Florian just interrupted his cursed speech that was coming out.
"It's they, Planty." they said quietly, gently, but reassuringly touching his hand.
"They're my very close, friend, Florian." He finally pushed out his words confidently.
"He calls me Flower, though." they added with a smile.
"That's so sweet," Robert's mother replied.
"Wanna go into my room now?" Robert glanced at Florian quickly, with a smile.
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