In Fyolai hell

Argenti, who traces his hand along Boothills jawline, telling him how fascinatingly beautiful he is.

Boothill, who doesn't know any better but to scoff and gently pry his hand away.

Argenti, who marvels at his mechanical body and circuitry. It is intriguingly similar to the human body and yet so, so different at the same time.

"There is a certain beauty to the cold metal that encases you, my friend."

Boothill doesn't know how to answer. He snorts and redirects his gaze.

"What the fudge are you on about.." he replies, the attention he's getting making him feel weird.

It had been a long time since someone paid him that kind of attention. To hold him close. Tell him that he's beautiful.

It made him feel nauseous.

Argenti smooths his hand down to his chestplate, his soft fingers resting against his hard shell.

"I am saying that I find you truly marvelous. The imagery of imperfect, yet that is exactly what makes you perfect."

Boothill snorts yet again.

"You're making no sense."

"Maybe I am not."

Argenti gives him a soft smile, feeling the warmth that pooled over the surface of Boothills chest as his mechanical heart started pumping faster.

"But it doesn't matter, does it? When in my eyes you hold a beauty unlike anyone else. To live with a mechanical body but behave so human."

This time it was Boothill, whose hand slid towards Argentis neck, a soft frown on his face.

"Oh quit yappin' would ya?"