Solangelo One Shots

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Twelve| Omniscient

    "Neeks," he sang happily. They'd been together too long for him to try whispering. A whisper rendered no change to the mass of death-like sleep he called his boyfriend. So instead today he sang. Nico, however, didn't move.

    "Niiiiiicoooooo," he tried again, pulling a burger from one of two paper bags he had gotten before arriving here.

    "Will, for once in your life, let me sleep in," a hollow, morning-ridden voice greeted.

     He giggled. "Can't." Will crawled on top of the lump of blankets and straddled, earning a heavy groan from it. "We've got plans."

    "Plans? Waking? I refuse."

    "You refuse this?" Will plopped the Big Mac close beside what he took to be Nico's head.

     After a little wait, Will discovered he was right about his assumption. Nico's thread-covered head twitched, which must have been him turning it the other direction. (Nico slept on his stomach.)The blankets shuffled. A hand snaked out from the mess, blindly scrounging for whatever it is Will had gifted, who smirked and slid it down a little more so Nico could reach it. The cardboard container made a soft and familiar sound as Nico's fingers closed around it, but it was soon disappeared, as were the fingers and the hand and the arm, into the blanket again. 

    He must have realised what it was. "Okay. I accept. You can go now."

    "Excuse me?"

    "Leave me to live in peace," Nico whined.

    Will rolled his eyes. "Not just yet."

    "Please?"

    "Not just yet! I have something I guarantee you'll sacrifice your peace for."

    "Hm?"

    "You want fries?"

    "...are you gonna make me do something for them?"

    Will pulled himself off The Talking Lump, knowing he had won, but was sure to give it a slap on his way out. 

    "Ow!"

    Will sat in his usual chair. "They're on the table. C'mon."

    Nico grumbled a lot of comments Will chose to ignore and slammed his fist into the mattress, using the force to push himself into an upright position. 

    "It's aliiiiiiiiive," Will mocked comically, dividing up their food, in the process of making a fry pile.

    "My Gods, you're annoying," the brunette huffed, sitting next to him with the blankets still hanging off his shoulders. His hair stood up rather indignantly, making havoc of his forehead and really the most of his head. The good news was now that he let it grow out a little more, gravity had a little more to tug on. Two years ago this chaos would have taken twenty minutes and a heavy-duty comb to at least make sense of the mess. Now it was just a little bit of determination and a brush from the 'Grecian' dollar store down the road. (The store said it was Grecian, but it was also run by a Hermes kid, so mostly that just meant tourist-esque minotaurs painted on a few cheap t-shirts behind the register.)

    "You sure? That doesn't seem to fit," Will giggled. Nico envied his ability to appear so put-together in the morning.

   He rolled his eyes, plopping his burger in front of the strawberry Fanta Will had set aside. "You're right. Maybe obnoxious is better suited."

    "That's just a synonym."

    "Precisely."

    Will cracked a grin, making it that much harder for Nico to hold in his. But his restraint held up, and an airy laugh escaped him, making Will's face light up all the more. Then they were both laughing.