Will: Ahem… *Clears throat*
Will: *Starts playing a cheery- or cheesy tbh- tune on the guitar*
Will: Ohh, my emo, McDonalds’ lovin’ boy
Nico: Oh, no. Not this again… *Hides face in hands*
Will: Nico, my sunshine, you’re my joy.
Nico: Ugghhh.
Will: My sweet angel, my apparition
Nico: Don’t compare my pale skin to a ghost!
Will: Meeting you was my greatest mission.
Nico: …
Will: I may be a demigod but I’m not perfect
Nico: Obviously…
Will: But living is definitely worth it
Nico: Okay?
Will: When you have a soul-hating, death-loving boyfriend
Nico: At least that much is accurate *Rolls eyes*
Will: Who’ll give you children so they can descend (from Solangelo).
Nico: Sure- wait, what?!
Will: 🤗
Nico: 😳😑
Nico: 👊🏻
Will: 😧😵
Nico: There, children.
Will: I did not ask for you to punch me.
Nico: No, I gave you children. See: *Shows fist where he’s written, “Children”, with a marker*
Will: You had that planned??
Nico: Yes, Will. I know who you are- MY ANNOYING SUNNY ADORABLE BOYFRIEND
Will: 🤭😊
Will: Well, want to sing this at the campfire tonight? ☺️
Nico: You have no shame.
Will: My sweet little-
Nico: *Furiously inhales* SHUT. UP.
Will: My-
Nico: SHUT IT, SOLACE!!!!
Comment, “Si signore!”, if you’d love to have this as a campfire single. I spent a good 30 minutes writing this poem/song. 😌✨
