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“You look cute like this, Sea Snake.”
Floyd giggles and places another bow in Jamil’s hair. Jamil sighs.
“Would you please just focus on this right here? The stall isn’t gonna decorate itself.”
For a second Floyd seems to think about it then his expression changes into the displeased pout that Jamil by now is very much familiar with.
“Nah, don’t feel like it.”
Of course he doesn’t. Jamil sighs again. What did he even expect. Floyd has never been the most...agreeable person and when he’s not in the mood there is no way to change that. Well, as long as he doesn’t stand in the way…
As if he has heard Jamil’s thoughts, suddenly there is a weight on his back, Floyd’s arms slinging around his shoulders.
“Why do we have to do this, I don’t wanna…”
Jamil sighs again when Floyd’s hands reach for one of the garlands in his hands and begin wrapping it around him instead. He doesn’t complain. There is no point in complaining anyways, it’s not like Floyd would care or even listen. Plus the danger of putting him into a bad mood is way too high to be worth the risk.
Especially when Floyd has been bored the whole day, when he hasn’t been in the mood for building or decorating the whole time ever since they started preparing for Halloween. Ace has tried to get him to work before and he already wasn’t exactly successful – and Jamil knows better than to try again.
Knows better than to think even he has any kind of influence on Floyd regarding these things, no matter how much Ace thinks that them dating means Floyd will listen to him.
If anything it means that Floyd prevents him from working as well, his strange fixation making him annoy Jamil instead of focusing on anything else.
But actually.
If he’s completely honest.
He doesn’t mind nearly as much as he probably should, Floyd’s happy giggle as he litters Jamil with garlands and bows and fake spiders making a small hidden smile grace his lips.