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“Would you love me if I was a worm?”
Nath turned his head, bangs flowing in front of his eyes. “What?” He giggled, gazing upwards to his boyfriend who was leaning backwards over the sofa, half falling off.
“Would you love me if I was a worm?” Marc asked again, serious.
“Has Alix given you alcohol or something or are you just messing with me.”
“Would you or would you not love me if I was a worm?” Once more repeated.
“I would love you even if you were a worm, yes.”
The writer smiled, satisfied, turning back to his notebook, scribbling down whatever notes he was writing for their comic.
“No explanation?” The artist asked, confused.
“Nope,” he grinned, not breaking contact from whatever he was furiously writing.
Nathaniel blinked, trying to peer to the paper his partner was etching across. He shifted backwards a bit, still sitting cross legged on the floor.
Marc quickly caught on, shutting the pages with a firm thump, a disgruntled Nath pouting on the carpet. “Rude,” he said, sticking his tongue out.
The artist continued to think, wanting to know what was so interesting about his notebook, what was so secretive, what he was trying to hide from his curious love.
“Can I have a kiss?” The ginger asked, trying to put on his best ‘im not trying to do anything’ act.
“Sure!” The boy responded, placing the paper closed next to him, turning over so he wasn’t upside down anymore.
While the two embraced Nathaniel used the opportunity to grab the notebook and hide it behind him, trying to be as slick and not be caught in the process.
Spinning around he pulled open the book, trying to find whatever page the other had just been writing at.
“Where’s my-” Marc began, but quickly realized that his boyfriend had what he was looking for. “What's that you got there,” he spoke, peering over, trying to grab it.
“Nothing,” the artist grinned, rolling over and out of reach.
“Hey!” the writer pouted, still trying to take back his journal.
“Finders keepers,” Nath joked, dodging an attempted tackle from the other, and running to the other side of the room, still flicking through the pages.
“No fair, it's my book!” He laughed, trying to grab onto his partner in some way or another.
“Gotta catch me first!” He yelled, transforming into CapriKid and jumping out the window onto the roofs of Paris.
Marc just stood astonished at the audacity his boyfriend had to take his notebook. Well it's his own fault if he reads it, he shrugged.
“Orikko, Sunrise!”
The writer found Nathaniel on a random building and it seemed he was intensely reading his notebook.
“Why are we worms?” He asked, confused, turning paper back and forth, as the rooster approached.
“You don't want to be a worm?” Roo laughed.
Capri stared at his boyfriend, not understanding where on earth ‘The miraculers but if they were worms’ came from.
“You make me question my sanity sometimes,” he spoke lightheartedly.
“Good,” the other smirked in response, taking the book back with a swift grab.
“Tell me if you finish it, I wanna know if worm CapriKid and worm Rooster Bold start dating.”
“Is that even a question,” he dramatically exhaled, acting as if he was going to faint from shock.
“You’re such a drama queen,” the goat smiled, giving the other a small kiss on the cheek.
“Glad you like it.”
“I love it.”