Fall Out Boy

Narwhales???? (Peterick/Trohley)

(Why the fuck are they narwhales???? I have absolutely no idea don't question it)

Patrick swam as fast as he could, swerving to the side to avoid hitting Joe as he passed.

"Patrick! Where you off to?" Joe asked, flipping the tip of his tail. Patrick halted, bubbles rising all around him.

"I'm meeting Pete over at Andy's place. Wanna come?" Patrick asked, jolting his head back to fix his fedora. He didn't know how he managed to keep it on, swimming so fast, but he did it.

"Sure. Andy's cool," Joe said through bubbles, then racing forward with Patrick close behind. It wasn't long before they arrived at Andy's little area on the bottom of the ocean. It was strangely warm here and there was a huge crack in the ground that sometimes spewed this hot, orange goo. But no one questioned it. This was Andy's territory.

No one ever fought Andy, because everyone knew- he was the strongest narwhale in the Atlantic. Andy had this little shallow ditch all to himself, even spiffed it up a bit. Patrick rushed forward, crashing into Pete, but still careful not to stab his horn through him.

Pete had his flippers covered in tattoos, as did Joe and Andy. Pete also had a ring tattooed around his neck, and a symbol Patrick didn't know the meaning of on his belly in between his flippers.

Andy had his whole underbelly covered in tattoos, as well as his tail. Joe had just his flippers tattooed- he didn't need much, for his hair covered the rest of the attention.

"Whoa!" Pete yelped, spinning around as Patrick barreled over him. He held out his tail, swishing it slightly to help stop the spinning. "Oh my god, I'm dizzy...." He said once he'd stopped, still laying upside down.

Patrick let himself fall down to the warm ocean floor, the sand puffing around him as he rolled slightly to get comfortable. Andy chuckled slightly, shoving his horn upward and spiraling toward the surface. He headed straight toward a squad of squid, piercing some on his horn and swimming back down toward Patrick, Pete, and Joe.

"Who wants lunch?" Andy said, tossing the squid into the sand. Patrick swam up, hovering above them.

"Ooh! I love squid!" Pete called, rushing down and scooping one up happily. "Mmn...." He hummed happily, laying on the sea floor.

Patrick giggled, poking a squid and laying next to Pete. "Sup?" He said, biting into the squid. Pete smiled.

"The sky," Pete responded with a laugh. He smacked his tail into the sand, sending it flying everywhere and floating around in the water and bubbles. Patrick giggled again, doing the same with his own tail.

"Oh- hey, you got it on me!" Pete fake-complained. He got up, kicking some sand toward Patrick and causing him to squeal.

"EEK! Pete!" Patrick laughed, kicking sand back at him and darting away. Pete chased after him, following Patrick in a simple loop until he caught up with the slightly smaller narwhale. He turned over and swam under Patrick, brushing his tail over Patrick's belly just hard enough to make him spin.

Patrick laughed and swam straight down, flopping down in the sand again on his back. Pete flopped down next to him, sighing and looking up.

"You know, the ocean is more beautiful with you, Patrick."