#c:floyd

[hxesandruin]

˙ ˖ ✶ Ducky & Floyd

"You know, you might owe me something." Ducky mused as a mischievous grin played on his features. "I'll give you three guesses to figure it out, and if you don't you get the penalty." @innocentcurse

[hxesandruin]

Who: Ducky and Floyd

Where: Floyd's place

Ducky had been lucky to have a best friend like Floyd, a man who finally saved him from couch surfing and sleeping at whatever homeless shelter had beds available. Ever since that day his life changed for the better, and little by little he'd found that he'd been growing stronger feelings for the man. He adored everything about him, his quirks, the way he spoke, his laugh, and even his aging grandmother whom he was taking care of. A woman who took Ducky in without a second thought and one whom he shared such a strong relationship, he could no longer imagine a world where she wasn't in his life.

Now he sat in the living room, the sounds from the outside world drowned out from the noise of his sewing. Hearing the door open, he perked up knowing who it would be. "Floyd, c'mere." Ducky called out, his Australian accent thick in each word. "I was thinking we could coordinate costumes this year so I've been working on them all day, I already made one for grandma." @innocentcurse