young god ; muke!

golden

"you look quiet beautiful today." the tall blonde smirked at the smaller boy behind the counter, causing him to blush.

"an tomorrow ill be ugly, such a bipolar hoe." the lavender boy giggled, causing the blonde to roll his eyes.

"such a young god." the tall boy added, causing the smaller boy to giggle.

"paint me on you're dick, maybe id look like one then." he mumbled, handing the boy a bag, filled with brushes and a few canvases.

luke scanned his eyes over the boy, "michael?, thats quiet pretty." he whispered, trying hard to start a conversation.

"listen daddy, id love to stick around, but unlike you, i have a job, and need to work to feed myself every night." michael grumbled, leaving only the sound of michaels holey vans to click against the floor.

im the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven.