pls stop sending white haired boys my way

But it just took a chance on him that he thought would never be granted, all because of one new person waltzing into his life. It was easy for him to approach them, just as with others; with their looks, who wouldn’t try their hand? He gave it his shot, used his charms the best he can, and he braced himself for the rejection, but the rejection never came. 

One tea date later full of him making jokes and them laughing so contagiously and he was so stunned that he had lost track of time until Song had reminded him of it. 

Couldn’t time be endless for once? He wondered. 

But that’s a wish that couldn’t be granted, and he couldn’t keep them too long without causing them trouble.

A gentleman that he was, he walks them back to where they’re needed most in the castle — off to clean some room he couldn’t really care to pay attention to when Song was with him at the moment. 

“Thank you for inviting me, Laslow,” Song bows their head.

“The pleasure is all mine, buttercup,” Laslow in turn bows towards them. When he gets up, he gives them his dazzling wink and it sends them into another fit of giggle. “The perfect way of saying goodbye.” 

“Hmm… how about a ‘see ya next time’ instead?” Song suggests instead with a shy smile. 

Laslow’s eyes widen at the prospect, “Was I not too much trouble? That’s a first!” 

Song gives him an amused grin and confused eyes, “Is this the first time anyone’s actually accepted your invite?” 

“My reputation precedes me and stretches across the land, my dear Song,” Laslow chuckles, “It’s only a surprise when someone decides to accompany me…which happened today for the first time.” 

“Aw, well, that’s a little sad, Laslow,” Song’s smile grows pitiful towards him, which is only fair. He doesn’t mind it too bad. “I think if people gave you a chance, they’d find themself in good company.”

“Well, I’m flattered that my lady thinks of me kindly,” Laslow’s smile grows sheepishly. 

“So um…” Song fiddles with their hands, swaying to and fro as they request, “Would you…wanna do this again?” 

“I beg your pardon?” Laslow chokes. 

Song freezes up, “I had a lot of fun so I…thought it’d be nice to hang out again.” 

The first of everything with them, isn’t it? Now they’ve gotten him blushing furiously. Not only did they give him a chance, they wanted to give him more of their time. Someone genuinely wanted to spend more time with him. 

“I-I’d love nothing more!” He sputters and Song smiles in relief in his acceptance. It feels strange to be on the opposite side of a request for company for once. 

“Well, see ya next time then, Laslow,” Song waves at him, taking a step closer to the door.

“Yeah…See you then, Song,” Laslow smiles lopsidedly. 

Song blinks and stares at the male, who was still standing there. They wave again, “See you!” 

“See you,” Laslow giggles. 

Now Song was even more confused. Maybe they ought to take a step further in and just leave. So they do, but they say it again with another wave, “See you!” 

“See you!” He repeats with more enthusiasm and a wave... but he isn’t moving at all.

Song can’t stop laughing, wondering how long this could go on, “See ya!”

“I’ll see you!” Laslow laughs along. 

Song snorts, putting a cork in whatever this was between them, “You’re so funny, Laslow. Shouldn’t you be off somewhere?”

“Oh! Right!” Laslow slaps his forehead. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to make these ‘see yous’ come true another day, won’t we?” 

“That’s why we say them,” Song giggles, taking another step and feeling their heel hit the door open more. 

“Then I shall see you next time, my lovely Song,” Laslow bows.

“Till next time, friend,” Song grins, watching Laslow stand up. 

With a wink and a hand to his hilt, their new friend walks away, off to Lord Xander’s side probably. Song stands there a while, watching him go down the corridor. Staring long enough, they catch sight of him twirling and pumping his fists in the air and they have to hide their giggle lest they embarrass him.