Magic Homies -- Kazangelo -- Neo Yokio Fic!!!

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It was New Year's Eve and Kaz had just recovered from his cold. Sick of lying in bed, drinking tea like monk, and enduring Charles' horrible stories, Kaz decided to treat himself to some hot chocolate. He flew to a 5 star establishment down by the river (4 stars would have been unacceptable) and sat by the window overlooking the water.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" The snide voice of the number one bachelor of Neo Yokio interrupted Kaz's thoughts. Damn it, I wanted to be alone. It's true because ordinarily, Kaz would've gone to Caprese boys to talk to Lexy and Gottlieb, complain about his week. But the pull of isolation was too strong. He was an enigmatic guy, an elegant gentleman mystique, after all.
"What do you want, Arcangelo?"
"Nothing in particular," he remarked before sliding into the seat across from Kaz.
"Then why are you here? Where are your Eastside Gentlemen?" Arcangelo touched his hand to Kaz's and instantly, vitriol and vomit began to brew in the pink-haired boy's stomach.
"Don't be like that, love, it's not everyday Gucci Jesus descends to interact one on one with you. I'm giving you good publicity." Kaz turned to see all of the other people in the cafe staring at them, pulling out their phones. Repulsed, he pulled my hand away.
"I don't need publicity, Arcangelo."
"Of course you do. You're neo riche, Kazzy, meaning your name doesn't have staying power like Correli does. You have to grasp at whatever you can get your hands on. It's pathetic but what can you do."
"Seriously, why are you here?" Arcangelo leaned forward and took a sip from Kaz's hot chocolate. "Buy your own damn hot chocolate."
"I'm here to check up on you, Kaz. You have been MIA for a bit. Things got boring," Arcangelo tutted with the purse of his lips.
"I was sick, you could've texted me or something. A phone call. Why stalk me and drink my hot chocolate?"
"Would you believe me if I said I missed you?"
"No."
"I thought we were homies!"
"You think a lot of things."
"You said we were homies!"
"That was when we were racing through a giant underwater tube and I was pretending to be a Soviet! I think I would've said anything, Angelo."
"You just gave me a nickname! Don't you lead me on, Kazzy, you're breaking my heart!"
"That's cuz your goddamn name has too many goddamn syllables," Kaz muttered.
"Do you know what has less syllables that Arcangelo?"
Kaz sighed, exasperated. "What."
"Homie. Say it. Say you're my homie. For real this time."
"Fucking bitch ass, blond shit stain prick," Kaz muttered under his breath, massaging his temple. "Fine, I'm your homie." Arcangelo let out a giddy squeal and leaned over to plant a wet kiss on Kaz's cheek.
"Ugh!"
"Come, we have work to do!" Arcangelo jumped, pulling Kaz along with him.
"What have I gotten myself into?"