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Gyro was in trouble. He was down too deep, he had to finish what he had accidentally started.

He peered through the cracks of his bathroom's door, staring daggers at the blue monstrous figure residing inside his rather lavish tub, splashing around happily as it clicked it's teeth and made high squeals. As much as Gyro feared that thing, he couldn't take his eyes off of it. Instead of looking like a human with a fish tail like all classical myths were, the thing had a gradient on it's skin- it's pale human parts fused with a dark blue tail flipped every so often when the creature got remotely excited. It's sharp, claw-like fingers were a deep blue that seemed to glow brightly in the dark. How could Gyro not notice that before? He drew in a shaky breath as the creature snapped it's head towards where Gyro was standing behind the door, it must have smelt him. Oh god.

"Gyro!" The creature squeaked out innocently, perking up as it hung it's upper-body from the tub. "Gyro! Gyro! Gyro!" It cooed as Gyro shakily opened the door, he gulped.

"Yeah." Gyro felt like he was dreaming, like nothing was real anymore. Guess that's the side-effect of taking in a glowing sea monster? "Um.. You hungry..?" He snapped back to reality as the thing clicked it's tongue, went under-water to do a small flip before coming up and nodding.

"Hungry! Music! Gyro!" It sickened the man how this thing new his name, he managed to drag himself out the bathroom to search for something that can make the strangely pretty 'whatever-the-fuck-it-is' a decent meal. He'd hope it would settle for a pb&j as he put it on a plate and returned to his menacing house guest, where it waited for him with a wide smile. "Hungry! Gyro! Hungry!"

Gyro handed the sandwich to it, flinching as it snatched it from his hands and started tearing into the food with ease.

Gyro took a place on the floor next to the tub as the creature watched him with wide, unblinking eyes. "So uh..." Gyro fiddled with his fingers anxiously, hoping the creature would look away or something. "Got a name?"

"Johnny!" Well, that was surprisingly easy. Johnny.. It sounded very adorable for something so visibly predacious, it gave a wide grin and Gyro awkwardly returned the smile softly.

"So, Johnny. You gonna eat me or something?"

"Johnny. Gyro. Not eat! Friends." Johnny chirped out, pointing to himself and Gyro before biting down on air to emphasize his point before shaking his head violently. "Johnny not eat!"

Gyro let his tense shoulders relax. Finally, a conformation that Johnny was in-fact not predacious, not going to kill him, and not going to wait until he's sound asleep to slit his throat. "Comforting." He mumbled as he watched this 'Johnny' tilt his head, eyes wide with confusion. "It-It means like.. Cozy..?" He knew he probably would sound dumb to anyone really, except for Johnny. He treated everything Gyro said like it was straight from the bible as he nodded with every word the tall man took. It was kind've nice to have someone that listened to him. Even if that someone was just taken out of the ocean and plopped in his tub.

♰ ﹒

This was bad. This was REAL bad. Like, bad, bad. Gyro had made the mistake of playing some music in front of 'Johnny' because the fish man so kindly demanded to hear some. That's when Johnny's face lit up with pure joy as his tail started wiggling, Gyro felt like a fly on the wall; watching silently as the mysterious figure's tail turned into a pair of deep blue legs in a gradient. Just like his finger tips and the fins that replaced his ears. Johnny was stepping out of the tub as Gyro suddenly cut off the music.

The sea monster's newly formed legs formed back together to make a tail, leaving Johnny to flop to the floor with a thud and a wide eyed stare. How could Gyro not remember he can do that? Was he that intoxicated..? He hesitantly resumed the music and Johnny's legs came back, he walked with a slight wobble as he jumped up and down and pushed past Gyro's large figure to explore the rest of the apartment.

"Legs! Johnny! Music!" Johnny practically screamed as he let out shrill tongue clicks while looking around. "Big!" His large piercing blue eyes landed on Gyro with a big uncanny toothy grin.

Gyro let out a surprised grunt as his companion bumped into him, clicking his tongue and whistling like a dolphin as he hopped around to the music- and that's when Gyro once again cut off the music.

Johnny, who was originally jumping on the couch, flopped to his side and rolled over, his upper half now on the ground while his tail was resting on the couch. Instead of confused or annoyed, he looked up at Gyro with his similar empty wide grin, showcasing his very intimidating row(s) of teeth. "Legs!" He said in a rather high pitched voice, and Gyro couldn't help but let out a genuine chuckle.

♰ ﹒

Gyro took a sip of wine, he was sitting at the dining table while Johnny sat across from him. Instead of using spoons and forks (which Gyro thought he knew how to use?), Johnny used his bare hands. Fins? Claws. To tear through his food. Gyro decided to just order pizza since the lack of ingredients from Johnny staying overnight had really left him in the dust. He watched in amazement as Johnny took his wineglass, (that was filled with water added with a bit of salt,) and dumped it over his body instead of drinking it.

"You normally do that?" Gyro made a gesture to the now sopping wet Johnny and his perfectly good shirt he was so generous enough to give to Johnny, dripping with absorbed DIY seawater.

"Gyro! Johnny!" He got in reply, this thing really only knew a few words. If Gyro tried to ask a yes or no question he'd be met with a brutally loud 'Music!' or a wide eyed stare. Johnny flapped his tail on the chair leg as he wiggled in the seat he was staying in, crawling towards Gyro's couch with (not-so) malicious intent.

Gyro felt himself get up and scoop Johnny into his arms with ease with a stern, "No." which Johnny gave a long whine to, it was cute.. Like a puppy. "Shirt, off." Gyro pointed at the still very much wet piece of cloth on the sea monsters thin body as Johnny eagerly wriggled it off. His skin and scales had absorbed most of the salt water so it'd be perfectly fine for him to now hop happily onto the couch laying down singing happy tunes in a way you'd hear children sing in gibberish.

Maybe having a sea monster friend isn't that bad?

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Ok, cool.

Gyro managed to work something out for Johnny. As relieved as he was, he surely was not ready for whatever shit Johnny would pull; every time they'd pass a shop displaying fish in tanks, he'd make biting motions as he pressed his round face against the glass. It was embarrassing.

Odd looks, giggles, curious elderly giving pants pissingly long stares at the two. But Gyro got used to it and learned to wave him off as being new to Italy, and that seemed to satisfy almost every passerby except shop-keepers. Gyro wouldn't blame them.

Just a few hours earlier Johnny had made the bold move to stick his whole upper body inside of a tank to terrorize the crabs and the innocent fish that resided in the large glass enclosure. Why did the small sea monster randomly decided that? Who knows, honestly. But the past is the past, one would suppose.

The duo were strolling in a rural street, only about two people would pass them every 20 minutes and it was usually a couple making out violently as Johnny watched them with big, curious eyes.

"Eat?" Johnny hummed and pointed his clawed finger at an unfortunate couple who were failing miserably at finding a private spot to display their affection towards one another. "Eat, eat, eat!"

Gyro's breath hitched as the couple stopped what they were doing to awkwardly scramble away to another remote place that didn't have two weirdos residing in. "No, they were kissing each other." He muttered, pinching the (supposedly) younger's cheek.

"Kiss!" The creature squeaked out excitedly before shifting it's eyes to a bundle of sea urchins painted white hanging low from a shops door.

For some odd reason, Johnny's eyes went wide. The shorter male hid behind Gyro, pressing his small frame against the back of the older of the two, making high pitched whimpers that Gyro was sure wasn't in Italian. It didn't even sound like it was in English either- or any other language, that's for sure. "What's up?" Gyro put a big hand behind himself to grab Johnny's wrist while he felt his companion tug softly at the cloth.

"Urchin- scary. Johnny hate!" He wailed out at the top of it's lungs as big pools of tears formed at his eyes, looking at Gyro expectantly. But the taller man just sighed with a small chuckle, earning a look of utter betrayal from Johnny.

"That-?" Gyro pointed up at the harmless decorations with a smug look, "Can't hurt you." He hummed, turning around to look down at the merman in a large band hoodie and socks, topped off with some headphones Gyro had found in his closet. Johnny didn't seem to buy it as he pouted angrily; glaring past Gyro and at the white urchin.

♰ ﹒

Johnny had his headphones on, contently listening to Gyro's playlists as he stared daggers at his human legs. He'd been placed on a swing as Gyro spoke to him firmly to stay put and to not talk to strangers. His unblinking eyes traveled towards a figure in front of him. A man with a leather jacket, tough face, and a pair of sunglasses to compliment his punk theme. His hair was combed back into a type of mullet while his pale blonde locks fell to his shoulders.

"You lost or somethin', kid?" The man said, popping his gum with his mouth. Johnny noticed a whole other group of men and women on motorcycles behind him, making cool poses with the same outfit as the blonde man was wearing. Johnny knew he shouldn't talk to them, Gyro himself told Johnny to avoid talking to new people at all costs... But Johnny liked the way those silly little things those people were riding made funny sounds- so he nodded.

The blue sea monster found himself sitting on one of the persons motorcycles, kicking his feet happily as he chewed on the same type of sticky stuff the rest of the people were chewing on- it tasted like apples. They'd made small talk with Johnny and scared away anyone that did the mistake of trying to come up to the guy and lure him away for whatever reasons; to take pictures, kidnap him, go viral on social media trying to convince people that he was born with a 'rare condition' and how he'd die in x amount of days if no one donated to a petition, etc.

They really grooved to his music as they swayed their hips every once and a while to the beat, saying compliments like 'you got a great taste, little dude'. He exchanged names with everyone from the group happily. There was Caesar, Josuke, Okuyasu, Mariah, Diego, Mikitaka, and a few others- all of them treated Johnny as if he were apart of their gang, a girl named Rose, (who everyone called Midler) handed Johnny her leather jacket with no intention of getting it back. She said something along the lines of; 'I'll get a new one, kid.'

Just as Johnny was enjoying himself thoroughly, he heard a familiar deep voice calling out his name in a panicked tone. His wide eyes shot up and he made eye contact with a scared shitless Gyro, who's mouth turned down into a huge frown with visibly stunned eyes. One of the people on the motorcycle- Caesar, got up and strutted towards Gyro.

"This guy yours?" Caesar looked Gyro up and down from behind his sunglasses as he posed with his hands in his pockets. Gyro hesitantly nodded before Caesar looked back at Johnny to confirm that Gyro was in fact his hopeless friend, carrying two cones of gelato. Johnny nodded happily with a wide grin.

"You got a strange boyfriend, you know." A deep yet feminine voice sounded, it was one of the more quieter members, Milena (everyone called them Hot Pants), crouching on the ground with their chin resting in their palm. Johnny tilted his head and tried to sound out what the biker just muttered out.

"Boyfriend!" He called out and pointed to Gyro earning a deep flushed color from the taller man.

Gyro walked up to Johnny, who was sitting proudly on Mariah's lap, grabbing his hand gently and helping him off of the woman all the while he held a shameful and embarrassed face. He handed Johnny his gelato as they walked off tensely, hearing the motorcyclists' rev up their vehicles and speed away.

♰ ﹒

Successfully making their way back to the swing sets, they watched the sun set; the sky having milky dabs of clouds and a hazy purple-orange tone while they ate their gelato in a comfortable silence.

"Cold!" Johnny broke the silence, biting down on his icy treat as his wins wiggled in delight. He turned his head to look at Gyro, who was staring at him with lidded eyes and a pleasured smirk.

"Yeah. Don't eat it too fast or you'll freeze your brain." Gyro leaned over to Johnny slowly.

They made eye contact, Johnny felt his cheeks flush for the first time in- a while. He really enjoyed Gyro's beautiful face; his bushy eyebrows, his golden grills Johnny was fascinated by, and those weird fuzzy patches on his smooth, tanned skin Johnny would touch when he watched Gyro sleep. This man was like a beautiful shell you can only come across once every few outings, and the merman wanted to hold him close and express how crazy he was about the taller man.

His blue eyes stared intently at green ones before Gyro continued to lean closer..

Closer..

Closer...

Suddenly, Gyro's head dipped down- the man had stolen a mouth-full of Johnny's precious gelato, leaving a distressed Johnny screeching with betrayal as he shoved his sweet treat in his mouth so Gyro no longer had access to stealing more.

The culprit sitting beside him let out a hearty chuckle as he wiped the corner of his mouth, only opening it when he finished swallowing his stolen goods. "That's what you get when you make me do the walk of shame in front of bikers." Gyro had a satisfied and energetic look on his face, "Your debt is paid, thanks."

Johnny only glared at him, finishing up his cone in two big bites in a protective stance. "Steal!" Johnny scrunched his nose before getting up and turning away from the older man with crossed arms.

"Ah, apologies.." Gyro hummed out, although not really meaning it as there still were hints of laughter in his voice. "Hey, Johnny. How do you guys count your age? I'm interested."

Johnny let out a big huff.

"I'll give you some of mines."

That was enough to convince Johnny to sit back on the swing, humming the tune of the music that played gently in his precious headphones. "Shells." He swung himself gently, stealing a huge bite from Gyro's alluring dessert.

"A year?" Gyro was leaning forwards now, his back slouched as his elbows sat comfortably on his thighs.

Johnny nodded dramatically, "Johnny 19 shells." The sea monster glanced at Gyro, who nodded and smiled slightly. "Gyro shell?"

"Er..." Gyro thought a little bit before perking back up slowly. "24 shells."

Johnny snickered to himself, allowing Gyro to look at him with nothing but confusion and embarrassment. "What? Something on my face or whatever?"

"...Gyro old."

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There Gyro was, wide awake, with nothing else left to do but pretend he was asleep as he heard the familiar sound of a person- or thing- crawling on his floor.

It was Johnny, for some unknown and probably manic reason, Johnny had been having nighttime visits to Gyro's room.

Gyro felt a shift on his bed, slightly opening his eyes while he managed to catch the glint of a tail belonging to Johnny himself. The boy had been sitting close to him, staring very intently at the bigger man beside him, appearing to be waiting for a sign of Gyro being awake.

A few moments had passed before Gyro realized Johnny had pulled his head onto his lap, stroking his face making sweet cooing sounds. Was this something common among his kind? Or was this a raw taste of Johnny's true feelings to Gyro?

As much as the Italian man wanted to hope it was indeed Johnny creepily expressing his desire to be with Gyro, he refused that truth. It was for his own good, he convinced himself while he lay there, leaning into the embrace of Johnny.

And just like that, Johnny placed Gyro's head back on the mans pillow, kissed him, and crawled his way back into the bathroom.

Gyro would be lying if he said he didn't miss the warmth already.

♰ ﹒

If the sun beaming on his face wasn't enough to wake Gyro up, it would've been the sound of Johnny chirping and whistling.

He'd force himself to lazily get up, "Coming, Johnny." He slurred while he made his way to the very bathroom Johnny had turned into his home. As soon as he stepped foot into the room, Johnny's face went from bored and cranky to happy and excited.

"Gyro! Gyro! Gyro!" Johnny did his usual greeting, flipping his tail as he had done for around a little over three weeks. Gyro did a small wave, beginning to start his usual routine of at least brushing his teeth.

There was a small roadblock this time.

What should've been an easy routine of shooing Johnny out the tub and taking a very much needed morning shower turned into a game of Bargain. And needless to say, Gyro was losing horribly.

Johnny finally cracked when Gyro suggested they'd take a bath together, apparently Johnny was rather comfortable in fresh water- he just preferred always being in the salty water Gyro would bring home from the beach or make himself.

The sea creature gazed over to Gyro as the man drained the tub and turned the nozzle, hearing the familiar rumble of the flowing water. There was a silence hanging in the air, not a tense or uncomfortable one; just a pleasant comfortableness, with nothing but the sound of flowing water and Gyro shuffling to kick off his clothes.

Johnny hummed a song while he felt the warm water brush against his scales, he was only ever used to freezing waters surrounding him. The water shifted, signaling that Gyro had stepped into the tub behind him followed by a low sigh.

Johnny leaned back, reaching his arm up to Gyro's face. Gyro's breath hitched, his green eyes meeting blue ones comfortably.

It was a new experience; Johnny pressed up to Gyro's chest, his webbed claw-like fingers softly placed on his cheek, the feel of Johnny's hips between his big hands, and lastly- the feel of his heart racing. He opened his mouth to say something but the intense gaze of his beast of a friend left him with nothing.

"Johnny," Gyro managed to croak out. In response, Johnny flipped himself over on his stomach, pressing his bare chest up against the tall man. His beautiful round face and his plush lips looked inviting, and the way his skin felt made the hairs on Gyro's neck stand up.

"Gyro." Johnny's voice was low now, not his usual happy and high chirps, but a serious and cold tone. He ran a hand over his companion's chest and leaned forward to Gyro's face, his breathing quick and his heart beating frantically. His head felt light and fuzzy, as if it were a dream. It was a new feeling for the young mer, the thrill of being close to your love without anything separating you. It felt intoxicating.

With a few more lingering moments of silence, Johnny rushed his face forwards, pressing his firm lips on Gyro's.

A surprised grunt released from the man holding him and it took a bit for Gyro to reciprocate the kiss hungrily, careful to not slip his tongue into Johnny's inviting mouth. There was nothing but silence other than the occasional grunt and gentle swish of the filled bath tub, but it felt so right.

It felt like heaven.

♰ ﹒

It was a couple hours after the events in the bathroom, Johnny didn't talk about it, so Gyro didn't either. Speaking of the two, they were lounging around the house once again. The more Johnny stayed with Gyro, the more the older realized how much the blonde acted like a cat. From his big eyes, his fangs, and his claws, to the way he stretched out on his stomach soaking in the warmth of the sun by the glass sliding doors.

The TV was playing some bullshit news, a man won the lottery and some ads from fast food places Gyro could have sworn never existed. "Hey, stella." Gyro called out to a dozing Johnny, who lifted an eyelid at his voice.

"Johnny." The creature let out a muffled click, stretching out his arms.

"Ah, fine. Hey Johnny," Gyro chuckled and turned around facing the counter, "Ever tried coffee before?" when he heard the young mer coo out 'coffee' back to him, he knew the answer. Scooping up a cup of hot liquid in his hand.

He strolled over to the place where Johnny was, he was now in an upright position with the sun shining on his lap. "Coffee!" He hummed as he caught the aroma of the drink, leaning forwards to lick it from out of the cup.

Gyro made a 'tsk' sound as he waved his finger, grabbing Johnny's hands and placing the cup on them. "Hold it," He bigger man instructed and Johnny did just that. He brought the tacky polka dot mug to his lips and started to chug it at semi-alarming rates, only stopping when Gyro took the cup from him and set it down on the coffee table. "Nyo-ho, I see that you've enjoyed your drink, hm?"

"Mmm. Bitter." Johnny shrugged and slumped down, eyes focused on the television playing a colorful cartoon.

"Ah, Johnny.. Such a picky eater."

And with that, Johnny lifted his tail giving Gyro a small shove, putting on his best pouty face. "No."

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It was raining outside. Johnny loved the sounds it made against the glass.

Johnny was sitting by the sliding glass door that led to the patio, his face pressed up against the cold surface. "Water!" he squeaked out as he heard Gyro walk through the front door.

Gyro's eyes darted up from his phone, glancing at Johnny while putting down a bag that smelled like takeout. "Mmmhm." He hummed, setting his phone down before taking off his jacket. "It's been raining pretty heavily lately, yeah?" Gyro walked over to Johnny and kneeled down next to him.

"Mm!" Johnny wiggled in his place, his eyes refusing to move from the flurry of droplets clouding the streets.

It had been well over a month since they had first been aware of each others existence, a month of keeping a strange sea creature in your apartment as you desperately hide it from your overprotective, demanding, strict, and apathetic father. But a month in the city of Naples provided Johnny with better Italian and better social skills. He was becoming more and more like a functioning member of society each day. But of course, Johnny had his social meltdowns every now and then. You couldn't really change that.

"I'm hungry." Johnny hummed out, finally turning his eyes to the bag resting on the counter. Gyro wore a small smile, letting out a 'tsk' before getting up and striding over to the bag, hearing Johnny turn on the tv.

Gyro successfully brought the food back to the living room, handing off a plate to greedy hands. "So, what'd you do while I was gone?" He took a big bite out of his meal, and he quickly felt comfort again. A long day running after his father and making excuses was finally coming to its closure.

"Watched the rain. And.." Johnny paused with his mouth full, perhaps trying to find the right words in Italian. "Thought of stuff." The more Johnny talked in Gyro's native tongue, the more Gyro realized he was just a normal dude. Gyro nodded contently as he focused his eyes down at his phone once again, reading a very long text from his buddy in England.

"Really?" Gyro cooed absent mindedly, typing out an equally long text back. Johnny chirped in reply, humming a goofy tune that the tv played.

"You're not listening." Johnny stared intently at Gyro as if he was waiting for a 'woah Johnny, that was super eventful! cool!'

"Am too." Gyro sent the text, flopping his phone beside him.

♰ ﹒

It was a little later than when Gyro came home with food, said man was laying on the couch with his blue sea monster roommate right above him. "Gyro." The monster cooed, snapping Gyro into consciousness.

"Hm?" Gyro hummed sleepily as a reply, fading in and out of sleep.

"Remember when you took me home from the ocean?" Johnny played with Gyro's long locks, leaving Gyro to rummage through his drowsy mind in silence.

"Couldn't even if you spoon-fed it to me." Gyro grunted.

Johnny paused, letting out a sharp sigh before laughing softly. It tickled Gyro's ears. "Drinking. You were." Johnny muttered, obviously struggling to put his words into the correct order. "Drunk! You were drunk and.." He trailed off again, his face contorting into a sort of focused expression. "There was music. Had my legs. You thought I was hurt!" Johnny giggled, releasing high pitched chirps and tongue clicks.

Gyro's face went red, that was certainly a nice first impression. "Lovely." He mumbled under his breath, "And yet you still went with me."

"Free tour of city." Johnny shrugged, "Went away from the music and had my tail, you put me in your bath and slept." Johnny went on in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Jesus, Johnny. I get it, I was a nerd." Gyro groaned, putting his hand over his flushed face. Johnny just gazed down at him with loving eyes, though Gyro didn't need to know that.

"Nerd?" That word sounded funny to Johnny's ears. Well, fins. He liked that word. "Nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd.." He sung out in a broken tone, obviously trying his best to prevent an embarrassing voice crack. He looked down to see Gyro with a sort of pout. Cute.

"Yeah, I get it. Don't gotta rub it in all the time." Gyro sat up, forcing Johnny to slip off of him. "I was only scared because well- anyone would be, in my defense. Who the fuck would be calm at the sight of a sea monster staring at them when they wake up?" Gyro got up from the couch, talking with his hands.

"Hot Pants." Johnny chirped out, earning a very peeved look from the older man. "Hot Pants wasn't scared.."

"Well Hot Pants works at Hot Topic. And Hot Pants practices witchcraft and studies fairies 'n shit, Johnny." Gyro waved his hands around as if he was a mime, dragging his point across. Johnny let out a flurry of laughter, wiggling his tail in delight.

"Hot Pants taught me what milf stood for." Of course the biker did not teach him the word, in fact- they practically gatekept the word, saying things to change the subject as soon as Johnny tried to bring it up.

"No Hot Pants did not, my dear Johnny." Gyro let out a long sigh, a defeated smile crept onto his face. "Y'know, we sure did come a long way." He hummed as soon as he was sprawled out on the couch, his head in Johnny's lap. The younger cupped the Italian's face with his webbed hands, singing a soft melody.

"Long." Johnny cooed back with a smile, a month felt like a few years. Whenever Johnny spent time with Gyro, it was like time was nothing but a joke. He loved it that way, he knew they'd both grow old so might as well focus on things that matter, right? And the only thing that mattered was being with Gyro. Oh yeah, and avoiding the sight of his very judgmental father.

♰ ﹒

Johnny was on Gyro's bed again, cradling his head in his lap as he had done for multiple nights. He gazed down at the beautiful sight, Gyro peacefully sleeping, grunting every now and then with a furrowed brow. But that didn't bug Johnny. He enjoyed watching Gyro dream.

Except Gyro wasn't dreaming, he'd been fully awake. Shivering every time Johnny would stroke his cheek and kiss his head. He couldn't fight the urge longer before he slowly opened his eyelids. "Johnny," he muttered as the figure he was resting on froze.

"Gyro." Johnny whispered, His face was hot with embarrassment while he watched Gyro lift himself from his touch. "Sorry."

"Another visit I see, nyoho." Gyro chuckled and ran a hand through his own messy hair, watching Johnny nod like a child who was caught stealing a cookie. "So.." Gyro wondered aloud, his gaze going to the closed curtains that only allowed a small amount of moonlight shine through the cracks.

They sat in silence for what felt like an eternity before Johnny reached down his tail and plucked a big shiny scale off his tail. Gyro's expression must have conveyed his confusion as Johnny's face flushed, combatting his patches of blue scales on his face.

Johnny grabbed Gyro's hand and forced the smooth scale into it, shoving his face in to give Gyro a very rushed kiss.

Gyro just sat there silently with a blank expression. He couldn't comprehend what just happened as he stared at Johnny and down at the shining blue piece. "What's that for?" And Johnny replied with batting his tail against the bed angrily, then Gyro suddenly recalled what Johnny told Gyro a few weeks ago. "Ah." Gyro's mouth went dry.

Johnny had explained how his parents got married, and that conversation turned into 'how do mermaids get married?', which gave Gyro the great knowledge of they give each other their scales. "I see. But I don't have-"

A quick pain was felt at Gyro's scalp, he didn't have time to scream either. Johnny was sitting there with around four strands of Gyro's dirty blond hair, ready to swallow it. "Eat scale."

"These are edible? You want to marry me? You're going to eat my hair?" Gyro babbled in confused mumbles, watching Johnny very triumphantly swallow the strands of Gyro's dna. Gyro gulped, convinced this was some sort of cryptic dream all along and that he really wasn't wide awake. While he was deep in his thoughts, Johnny opened Gyro's mouth and shoved the scale into his mouth manually.

It surprisingly didn't taste bad, it tasted like a salted chip you'd use to make nachos or something. Gyro swallowed it with a shudder as he realized he literally just ate a part of Johnny and it was surely not going to plan on leaving his body anytime soon.

"Gyro, I love you." Johnny buried his face into Gyro's tight fitted shirt, Gyro wrapped his arms around the small being letting out a long sigh. He was too tired for this, and it was certainly passed both of their usual bedtimes.

"I love you too Johnny." Gyro leaned back, making Johnny squeak silently.

Johnny wriggled in Gyro's grip, planting a soft kiss on Gyro's jawline, nestling his face quickly into Gyro's chest.

"Ow!?" Gyro yelped out, flinging his eyes open. Johnny had his mouth firmly around one of Gyro's pecks, looking up at him with big blue eyes.

"..Goodnight, Johnny."