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“And then this weird wizard guy touched my hat, and it came to life—it was like totally bonkers, dude. He was all, “Mehh! I’m going to take over everyone and eat everything,” but we stopped him once we convinced the wizard that his mom was proud of him or something,” Finn explained to Nico, eyes shining brightly.
“Woah dude. That reminds me of the time I was exploring this old dungeon-ziggurat thing and I found this super cool pair of boots, but when I tried to put them on, they started screaming at me that they were alive! Totally freaky.” Nico responded, both boys had been doing this for hours. Simply telling stories to one another of their adventures, lives, and the creatures and people they had met along the way.
“That sounds totally freaky, man. How’d you end up on this side of Ooo anyways if you’re from way up East?” Finn asked Nico, completely forgetting he was supposed to be mourning his scorned relationship with FP.
“I kind of fell out with some of my colony members. They didn’t exactly like that I wanted to adventure past our territory; they get weird about that stuff,” Nico mumbled into the palm (paw?) of his hand, looking away disgruntledly.
“That’s so not cool, man; your family should support you no matter what! Plus, you must be a good adventurer if you lasted this long on your own in those woods." Finn reassured Nico, being reminded of his own hesitance to talk about his biological parents (not like he knew who they were, but thinking about being one of the last humans in Ooo tended to make him a bit broody). The two boys continued to chat and explore the treehouse for hours, conversation following easily as if they had been long-time friends reuniting for the first time.
“Man, it’s so dark out! What time is it even?” Finn asked suddenly, looking up from where he and the cat boy had been playing games on BMO for the past few hours. The treehouse’s windows reflect the soft light of their game and the moon, shining brightly.
“It is 11 o'clock, Finn!” BMO exclaimed, pausing the game without saving to answer his question, “It is bedtime for you little baby boys. And BMO too.”
“Eleven!!! We should go to sleep,” Finn said as he turned to face Nico. “I want to take you on a grand tour of this side of Ooo tomorrow; maybe even go on an adventure or two." Finn smiled towards Nico, his missing teeth all the more evident in his toothy grin.
“That sounds great,” Nico said distractedly, lost in the presence of Finn. Oh, Glob, did he seriously already have a crush on a boy he’s only known for a few hours??
“I don’t think Jake’s coming back tonight, so I can set up a sleeping bag and we can have a sleepover upstairs!” declared Finn before attempting to move himself off the couch to prepare for their sleepover extravaganza.
Instead of standing up like he had meant to, Finn realized all too late that one of his legs was asleep after sitting on it for hours on end, playing with Nico on their couch. Finn tripped forward after taking a half step to the side and plummeting straight back down onto the sofa, directly where Nico was sitting.
Finn landed on top of Nico, one leg on the outer side of Nico’s thigh and the other leg still planted on the floor. In his struggle to catch himself before he fell, one of Finn’s arms had landed on the feline boy’s pectoral muscle, and the other was positioned just above Nico’s head, leaning on the hard wooden wall above the couch.
"Oh, my glob. Dude, I’m so sorry, I-” Finn stopped himself when he caught sight of Nico’s eyes. They were shining so brightly up at Finn, their pupils so enlarged, all he could see was the very outer rim of colour. Nico looked absolutely enthralled by Finn, his mouth hanging slightly ajar and his breathing off-kilter.
“It’s… It’s okay” Nico mumbled out, still not moving from their intimate position.
“We should go to bed." Finn muttered, looking deeply into Nico’s eyes.
“Yeah, probably,” Nico said, slowly untangling himself from Finn’s grasp.
“Nico?” Finn asked towards the dark space where he and Nico had set up a cot for the boy.
“Yeah, Finn?” Nico replied as he sank further into the blankets, Ms. Pickles lying next to his thigh on the small cot.
“Have you ever really liked someone a lot?? Like, really, really liked." Finn half-grumbled into his pillow.
“Oh” Nico’s face blushed, unseen to everyone in the dark wooden bedroom. “Yeah, once, it wasn’t.”
“He wasn’t a good guy." Nico stuttered out, his gleaming eyes turning to face Finn to watch for a reaction shrouded in the dark.
"Hmgh," Finn grumbled. “I think I was like that *yawn* for my girl friend." Finn’s snores overtook the end of his sentence, only briefly interrupted by soft mumbling.
"Goodnight, Finn,” Nico said as he curled further into the cold, hard cot, only slightly wishing he was curled at the end of Finn’s bed like Mrs. Pickles was to him.
“Snoreeeeee… g’ni… nico” Finn snored on, mumbling slightly in his sleep, wrapping himself further in the red sleeping bag and furs he surrounded himself with.
Finn the human and Nico the catboy both dreamed of two people curled up in Finn’s bed that night.
BMO watched on from the dark, wondering what exactly these youngsters would get up to in the cover of night. Especially if they were trying to hurt Finn, although it didn’t seem as though they’d want to.
”Beware hooligans, I will… BMO-chop you!” BMO quietly whispered to himself in the dark, careful to not wake the two boys sleeping (Nico heard everything and was extremely concerned).
BMO ran back into the walls of the Treehouse as Finn let out a small toot.