FloJami Canon and Real ?! (told from the perspective of Aurel and Amir)
POV: Amir Al-Asim
Jamil’s been making 4 boxed lunches lately.
Amir will give credit where credit is due, Jamil is pretty good at hiding that fact.
The only reason Amir found out there were 4 lunches, was because when he grabbed a blue lunch box instead of his usual red, Jamil jumped like a gazelle and proceeded to snatch the blue lunch box right from his hand while spouting some bullshit like:
“You wouldn’t like that one.”
Him.
Him not liking something Jamil made ?
That was insane.
That was dumb.
That, was suspicious.
So, Amir did…more than a little snooping.
Mostly with the excuse of wanting to hang out with Jamil in his room.
Well, not that Amir didn’t want to hang out with Jamil it’s just that-
Agh whatever !
Right now, Amir was dangling off Jamil’s bed while staring at his seniors desk.
Jamil, the man himself, was sitting on the floor next to the bed, finishing his homework in a shrimp like position that Amir would’ve made fun of him for if he wasn’t so focused.
There was something…off, about the desk.
“Did you buy a sea snake plushie ?”
Amir sits up and stares at the back of Jamil’s head, noticing the way he had stiffened at the question.
“...Yes, I did. I saw it at a gift shop I went to with a…friend.”
Amir reached for the sea snake plush. It was long and had a derpy look on it’s face.
“It’s cute. Where’d you get it ?”
Silence filled the room while Amir poked the plushie in his hands.
“... The beach.”
Since when did this guy go to the beach ???
“I thought you said the beach is basically the desert with salt water ?”
“...Changed my mind.”
…
Amir was beginning to suspect that Jamil wasn’t just acting weird because he had a secret.
He was acting weird because the secret was a boyfriend.
Or girlfriend, but Amir doubted that.
“I know what you are…”
Jamil turned around to give him a look.
“What.”
“Nothing !”
Now, to find out who this boyfriend was…
POV: Aurel Riveri
Floyd’s been disappearing from the Lounge at lunch time.
Not that Floyd leaving the restaurant was weird, he did it all the time.
It’s just that Floyd usually doesn’t stick to a schedule when he leaves.
But lately, the eel had been leaving the Mostro Lounge at 1 p.m. right after lunch time, and returning at 2.30 p.m. and he has only been doing this, consistently, on Tuesday and Wednesday.
Now that, the schedule, the on time departure, is what strikes Aurel as weird.
It really isn’t Aurel business.
It…truly isn’t.
But, Aurel runs a betting ring.
And any dirt on Floyd could definitely help him make a few extra thaumarks…
Plus, Aurel liked messing with Floyd.
He needed that revenge for how much Floyd messed with him.
Which is why, when Floyd does what he usually does, which is-
Drag him from his comfy bed and carry him on his shoulder as he walks around Octavinelle during his insomnia attacks.
How Floyd.
How annoying, is what he’d normally say, but Floyd is always a lot more calmer during these walks, so Aurel will use it to his advantage.
So.
Aurel adjusts himself on Floyd’s shoulder, blinking the leftover sleep out of his eyes.
“You’ve been leaving during lunch a lot.”
“Yeah.”
“Any reason why you leave me behind to do the dishes alone ?”
Aurel hears the snicker in Floyd’s voice.
“Nah, just like to mess with ya’.”
“Useless eel.”
“Tiny octopus.”
Aurel was going to get rage-baited.
He needed to change tactics.
“...So do you just, not eat lunch ?”
Floyd laughed.
Softly.
What the fuck ?
Aurel didn’t know Floyd could even laugh softly ? He only thought that Floyd could laugh loud like a horn. Or a train.
“Nah, I eat lunch. Just not with you guys.”
So he does eat…But…what ?
And more importantly, with who ?
“Why ? Do ya’ miss me~?”
“Hell no.”
“Heeh..Aurel missed me~”
Fuck this guy.
Aurel was going to bite him.
…
He’ll bite him once Floyd puts him down, he didn’t want to be dropped into the tank.
POV: Jamil Viper
Jamil sat down on the floor of Scarabia’s storage room, holding his lunch in his hands as he did so.
Amir has, once again, followed him around as he vacuumed Kalim’’s room and asked a ton of questions.
Seriously, what was that kid's problem ?
Was he too bored ?
Jamil was going to give him extra homework in addition to Trein’s he swears-
The storage room door opens and even though he knows there could only be one person opening it, he still tenses up.
Floyd snickers at his tensed position and sits down next to him after slamming the door closed, immediately leaning against him.
“Hey sea snake!”
“Hm.”
Jamil hands Floyd the lunch he had prepared, a significantly less spicy version of the curry he made for himself and Amir today. He had made Kalim some lamb soup instead.
Floyd takes the blue lunch box without removing his weight from Jamil’s shoulder.
“Has…Has Aurel been asking you weird questions ?”
Floyd moves his head to be able to look Jamil in the eyes, a slight questioning look in the eel mers eyes.
“Hmmmmmm… Yeah actually. Keeps asking me about where I go for lunch on Tuesday and Wednesday. I think he’s pissy about being forced to do all the dishes himself.”
Aurel and Amir….
Both asking questions…
Jamil sighed and stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork before shoving it into his mouth.
Those two were going to be a giant pain in his ass.
Floyd stretches out a little more, wrapping his arm around Jamil’s waist.
“The curry’s yummy.”
…He could think about those two later.
Jamil presses his cheek against the top of Floyd’s head and allows himself to relax.
“Thanks.”
I wrote this on my phone out of pure desperation to yap about my oc's
uh, rosie yap under the cut
also, it was either gonna be flojami or azurido but i saw flojami art and my fate was sealed.
