AN: Sorry for the delay! I've actually had this whole fanfic finished from the start, but it took my beta reader awhile to proofread it lol... Hopefully the wait was worth it!

The next morning, Pit woke up to find himself spooning Magnus, acting as the big spoon as he pressed himself into the taller man's back. The angel slowly withdrew and sat up, yawning into his hand. He then turned and tried to nudge Magnus awake, but he only stirred and let out a brief, low growl before returning to snoring, causing Pit to frown and furrow his brow slightly.

"I guess we're gonna have to do this the hard way..." he mumbled as he rose to his feet. Taking a few steps back, Pit began clapping his hands as loud as he could while stomping around the room. "RISE AND SHINE!" he shouted with a smile on his face. "WAKEY WAKEY, SLEEPYHEADS!"

Magnus and Gaol both let out a groan, causing Pit to cease his alarm system as suddenly as it had began. Magnus sat up and scratched the side of his head, squinting at the clock. "You wake up at 6?" he questioned tiredly.

Pit nodded. "Of course!" He blinked and tilted his head. "What, you guys don't?"

Gaol finally sat up, her long hair a mess. "When we gotta work early, we usually wake up around 7:30..." she rasped, yawning as she continued, "and when we don't, we get up around 10."

"Oh," Pit murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry... If you want, you guys can go back to sleep."

"Nah," Magnus replied as he slowly rose to his feet. "It's not every day you get a day off like this..."

Gaol nodded. "He's got a point." She yawned once more before getting out of Pit's bed, moving beside Magnus to stretch with him. "So Pit, how do you usually start the day?" she asked, her voice strained as she stretched.

Pit glanced away as he thought to himself. "Well..."

Before they knew it, Pit had dragged Magnus and Gaol all the way to the door of the hot spring room.

Magnus only stared at the room, unamused. "Are you kidding me?"

Pit placed his hands on his hips and looked up at him with the most fakely stern face he could muster. "Do I look like someone who's kidding?" he questioned, his voice low in an attempt to imitate Magnus's.

The man stared at him for a moment before smirking and crossing his arms. "Maybe."

Pit chuckled and opened the door, revealing Palutena, who was already relaxing in the hot spring with her eyes closed.

Pit blinked. "Lady Palutena?"

Magnus rolled his eyes. "Oh great," he muttered.

Palutena opened her eyes and looked up at them in surprise. "Hm?" Once she noticed who exactly was accompanying Pit, she straightened her posture and held her towel shut with her hand, smiling awkwardly. "Oh, hello there."

Gaol stepped forward and bowed her head. "Greetings, Lady Palutena."

The goddess let out a faint chuckle. "You don't have to be so formal, Gaol," she replied. She then glanced to Magnus, her expression becoming unreadable. "Magnus."

Magnus gave her an equally plain expression. "Palutena," he replied.

Sensing the tension in the air, Pit walked in between the two and looked at Palutena. "Sorry, should we come back some other time?"

Palutena waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, no, feel free to join me if you'd like."

The angel nodded and all three of them began removing the most unnecessary pieces of their outfits, stepping into the hot spring moments later. However, once everyone had settled down, the room fell awkwardly silent.

Realizing this, Palutena cleared her throat and stood up. "On second thought, maybe I should go," she announced, then she turned to Pit and smiled. "I'll see you later, Pit."

"See ya!" Pit said, waving as she warped out of the room.

Magnus let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god that's over."

Gaol raised an eyebrow. "I don't get it. Why can't you two get along, exactly?"

The man glanced at her for a moment, then looked away and crossed his arms. "Quite frankly, I think Palutena does a piss poor job of watching over humanity. She also can't handle the fact that me and Pit fool around, so..." Magnus responded, trailing off.

Gaol couldn't help but laugh, but she stopped once she noticed Pit was looking away and blushing. "Er, sorry... That's a pretty shitty situation, huh?"

Pit rubbed the back of his neck, still refusing to make eye contact. "Yeah..."

"Well hey, how about we stop dwelling on that and just relax for a bit?" Magnus proposed, receiving a nod from his companions in return. The room became quiet once again as everyone relaxed, Magnus leaning back while Pit slowly submerged himself in the water.

However, the silence suddenly broke when Gaol turned to Pit. "Have I ever told you that your wings look super soft?"

The angel sat up a bit and blinked at her in surprise. "Really?"

She nodded. "Whenever I see you, I just wanna touch them, y'know?"

Pit stared at her in silence before letting out a chuckle. "Well, you can if you want!" He swam in between his two friends and stretched his wings out in front of them.

The woman reached her hand out and began stroking the outer edges of his wing, eyes widening in awe. "Oh, wow..."

Magnus began petting the opposite wing, stroking it in the same fashion. "Damn, they're hella soft," he commented.

A light blushed formed across the angel's cheeks as he giggled. "Oh, stop," he replied playfully.

Magnus then reached down and began stroking the fluff near the base of his wing, causing Pit to jump.

"NO, SERIOUSLY! STOP!" Pit shouted, his eyes growing wide.

The two quickly withdrew their hands and looked at him in shock.

"What's wrong?" Gaol questioned.

Pit glanced away, rubbing at his arm as his whole face turned red. "T-the fluffy parts are, uh... really sensitive..."

"Huh, I didn't know that," Magnus muttered to himself, stroking his chin. "I'm gonna have to try that again sometime."

Pit threw his hands over his face as his blush became more pronounced. "Magnus...!"

Laughter erupted from the man as he patted Pit's shoulder. "Sorry! Forget I said anything."

Magnus set down three plates on the table, steam rising from the fried eggs, bacon, and hash browns that each one held.

Pit could only stare at the food in awe before looking up at Magnus lovingly. "I love you."

"Yeah yeah, I know," Magnus replied, waving his hand dismissively.

"Thank you," Gaol added.

Magnus shrugged. "No problem."

All three of them sat down in front of their respective plates and grabbed their forks—however, right before anyone could dig into their meals, Gaol suddenly spoke up.

"How about we make this an eating contest?" she suggested.

Pit and Magnus immediately slammed their fists onto the table, staring at her with determination in their eyes. "You're on!" they replied in unison.

The three of them began hastily shoveling down their food, stuffing large portions of their meals into their mouths without a second thought.

Within seconds, Pit finished his breakfast and slammed his fork down, swallowing the remainder of his food and pumping his fist into the air. "I won!" he cheered.

Magnus and Gaol finished their meals shortly after, tying for second place.

"Nice job, angel face," Magnus congratulated with a smile.

Gaol chuckled and clapped. "Good for you, Pit." She then stood up and patted her stomach, letting out a small sigh. "Well, anyway, I should probably head to work now."

Magnus stood up as well. "Yeah, I should probably get going, too."

A frown formed on Pit's face as he looked between his friends. "Oh, okay then..." He went silent as he glanced down to the floor, then looked back up at them. "Are you coming back later?"

The man smirked and ruffled Pit's hair. "I'll try to squeeze in some time for you after work."

Pit's face brightened up a bit. "Okay!"

The two mercenaries turned and started heading for the exit.

"See ya in a bit," Magnus said.

"Goodbye!" Gaol called, waving as she walked.

Pit smiled and waved in return. "Bye!" he replied, silently watching them disappear from sight.

What should I do while I wait? he wondered, glancing around the room briefly before his eyes settled on the fridge. Maybe I'll decide after I get some ice cream, he concluded, getting up and heading toward the cupboards in search of a bowl.

After raking his brain for a while, Pit finally decided to kill some time by checking up on the centurions.

He stepped outside of Palutena's temple and immediately found a group of centurions using the edges of their bows to hit around a coaster, playing some sort of makeshift version of hockey. One of them proceeded to hit the coaster so hard that it flew straight into a wall, cracking it and becoming lodged on contact. All four centurions turned to Pit, each possessing a look of dismay.

"P-please don't tell Lady Palutena!" one of them pleaded with his hands clasped together.

"Please! If I get another strike, Lady Palutena will send me to the dungeon!" another begged.

Pit could only blink as each one separately begged for forgiveness. He then forced a smile, trying his best to calm them down. "Well hey, my lips are sealed!" he assured them. "...As long as you patch this up before she notices, anyway."

All the centurions saluted. "YES, SIR!" they all shouted before flying off in different directions, reappearing moments later with supplies.

Seeing how that mess would soon take care of itself, Pit walked away and observed the other members of Palutena's Army. Everything seemed relatively normal, until he stumbled across a centurion consoling his crying friend on a bench.

"Everything will be okay," one centurion said softly, patting the other on the back.

The angel walked over to them, blinking. "What's going on?"

While the other centurion continued to cry into his hands, the first one looked up at Pit. "Sorry sir, but..." he trailed off, bringing a hand up to his mouth in an attempt to obscure the other centurion's vision. "Greg just went through a bad break up," he whispered.

Pit's gaze shifted to Greg, now looking down at him sympathetically. "I'm so sorry to hear that..." he apologized. He then perked up, an idea popping into his head. "Hey, wait here for a moment, okay?"

The two centurions watched as he ran off, one scratching his head while the other blinked curiously at their captain's sudden departure.

A couple of minutes later, Pit ran back up to them with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. "Here!" he said, handing both items to the teary-eyed centurion.

Greg wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and looked into the bowl curiously.

"Ice cream always makes me feel better when I'm feeling down," the angel commented with a chuckle.

Greg looked up at Pit, smiling somewhat sadly as he took the bowl from him. "T-thank you, sir..."

Pit smiled. "No problem!"

As the two centurions began whispering to one another, Pit walked away to find something else to do. It wasn't long before he came across another small group of centurions, who were huddled together and snickering amongst themselves.

Having caught his attention, Pit approached them and looked down at them curiously. "What're you doing?"

The centurions withdrew from each other, revealing a paper fortune teller in one of their hands.

Pit's face lit up at the sight of the makeshift device. "Ooh, I wanna play!"

The group turned to each other and blinked, then the one holding the fortune teller looked up at Pit. "Uh, sure!" he agreed with a smile, raising the paper fortune teller to Pit's level. "Pick a number."

Pit glanced from number to number for a few moments before his eyes settled on one. "...Eight."

The centurion nodded and began alternating the paper between vertical and horizontal formations, doing so eight times before coming to a stop. "Alright, now pick a color."

Pit's eyes quickly settled on the blue portion of the device. "Blue."

The centurion lifted up the blue flap, eyes shifting as he read the fortune. "You will get married in the near future," he announced, causing Pit's eyes to widen.

"What?" the angel gasped, his imagination quickly spiraling out of control. He envisioned himself and Magnus in a fancy restaurant, the taller man down on one knee as he held a ring up to Pit. His mind then flashed to their wedding day, Pit wearing a white tuxedo while Magnus wore a black one. After the couple exchanged their vows, they embraced in a kiss, earning tearful responses from Palutena and Gaol from their seats in the pews. Finally, he imagined himself living in a small house on the countryside with Magnus, contently watching over their three kids who resembled both of their parents.

Pit vigorously shook the thought out of his head, his entire face a deep shade of red. "T-those things are a load of baloney!" he screeched as he ran off in the opposite direction, leaving the centurions wondering what exactly had gotten into him.

After calming down a bit, Pit decided to pay Palutena a quick visit. He opened her bedroom door to find her sitting on her bed, concentrating intensely on the book in her hands. As Pit walked up to her, she flipped the page and let out a small gasp.

"Lady Palutena?" Pit asked, trying to get her attention.

"Not now, Pit. I'm very busy," she replied without taking her eyes off of the page.

Pit frowned, but silently bowed and walked out of her room. Moving through the halls of the temple, he ruffled his hair and let out a growl of frustration. "What am I supposed to do now?!" he complained as he exited the building. "This is my last day off before I have to resume my duties..."

He walked into a clearing and glanced around, his eyes settling on the obvious silhouette that stood among the branches of one of the nearby trees. The angel strained his eyes as he tried to identify the figure. "...Pittoo?"

The dark figure hopped down from the tree, revealing himself and proving that Pit's guess was correct. Dark Pit leaned against the trunk of the tree and gazed at him blankly. "Hey. You been hangin' out with that human again?"

Pit walked over to his clone and smiled. "Yep!"

Dark Pit's expression subtly changed into a scowl, causing Pit's smile to fade.

"Why do you dislike Magnus so much, Pittoo?" Pit asked, brow slightly furrowed.

"Shouldn't you know?" Dark Pit retorted.

His attitude only made Pit roll his eyes. "Just because we have a special bond doesn't mean we can read each other's minds!"

Dark Pit hesitated before squinting at him. "I knew you'd say that."

Pit smacked his palm against his own face and let out a groan. "You know, you'd probably like Magnus if you just gave him a chance!"

The dark angel opened his mouth to snap back, but quickly cut himself off when he noticed something behind Pit.

"Hey," Magnus greeted as he began walking up to Pit. Upon spotting Dark Pit, however, he stopped and crossed his arms. "Oh, it's you again."

The look that Dark Pit gave Magnus was the same expression Pit often saw when he fought his doppelgänger, making him sense a thick tension in the air. He thought that Dark Pit would pounce on him at any moment, but instead, he simply turned and walked away.

After waiting to make sure he was gone, Magnus turned to Pit and stared at him plainly. "What was that about?"

Pit stared at him for a moment, then chuckled and waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing!"

The man only shrugged. "If you say so. Anyway," he began, pointing over his shoulder, "I've got a surprise for you."

Pit's face lightened up a bit. "Really?"

Magnus nodded and pulled a blindfold out from his pocket, holding it out for his friend to see. "But you gotta wear this 'til we get there."

The angel eyed the cloth uncertainly. "I don't know... how long will the trip be?"

"An hour or so," Magnus replied flatly.

Pit continued to stare at the blindfold as he thought it over, before he glanced up at his friend and forced a smile. "Alright, fine." He then grabbed the blindfold and placed it over his eyes.

Now unable to see his surroundings, Pit felt Magnus gently scoop him up into his arms and start heading toward the unknown destination.

The only thing Pit could hear was footsteps, which stopped the moment he heard a door open. Magnus walked a few more steps, closing the door behind him before finally setting Pit down.

"Alright, go ahead and take that thing off now," Magnus instructed.

Pit reached his hands behind his head and untied the blindfold, lowering it to find Magnus and Gaol inside the former's house wearing party hats.

"Surprise!" the two exclaimed in unison. Pit's eyes widened and he threw his hands over his mouth in shock.

"You did all this for little ol' me?" he gushed. Once the two nodded, he lowered his hands and smiled. "Well gosh, I don't know what to say!"

"Well, you can start with 'thank you,'" Magnus responded in a joking tone.

Pit took his suggestion to heart as he stepped forward and tightly wrapped his arms around him, effortlesly lifting him off the ground. "THANK YOU!"

Laughter erupted from Magnus, surprised to be lifted up so suddenly. "I guess I should've expected that!"

Gaol turned around and picked something up from the table behind her, handing it to Pit. "Here, why don't you open up your presents?"

Pit observed the medium-sized present as he set Magnus down and grabbed it from her. "Oh, okay then!" He hastily ripped off the wrapping paper and opened up the box, his face lighting up as he pulled out a tacky, pink and white dog sweater. "Oh my gosh, it's adorable!"

"I knew you'd like it," Gaol said with a chuckle.

The angel eagerly slipped his head through the bottom of the sweater and pulled it down over himself. However, his eyes widened when he realized that his wings were cramped inside, unable to stretch out. "Oh no, it doesn't fit!" he whined.

"Sure it does!" Magnus said with a smirk, using the hilt of his sword to carefully cut two slits in the back of the sweater.

Gaol stared in horror as her gift was ruined, but Pit smiled as he poked his wings through their respective holes. "It fits now!" he said, causing Gaol to let out a sigh of relief.

Magnus picked up a large box from the table behind him, handing it to his friend. "Now it's my turn."

Pit excitedly grabbed the box from him. "Alrighty!" He tore the wrapping from the present and opened it up, peering inside before letting out a gasp. "Is... is this...?"

The man nodded. "Yep. It's a big-ass teddy bear."

Pit lifted it out of the box, staring at it in awe. "Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed as he hugged it. "It's soooo soft!" He withdrew and smiled at Magnus. "I'm gonna name it 'Magnus!'"

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "What? You can't just name it after me," he pointed out, his tone sounding somewhat annoyed.

The angel giggled as he set the bear back in its box. "Fine, I'll just name it 'Agnus' then!" He looked up at them and smiled warmly. "Thanks, guys!"

"Don't thank us yet!" Gaol stated as she carried a white box to the table. She set it down and opened it up to reveal a lopsided, chocolate birthday cake, decorated with sprinkles and frosted flowers of varying shapes and sizes. Pit grew silent as he gazed at it with wide eyes.

"You can thank Magnus the baker for this one! I suggested getting you a cake, and Magnus just couldn't resist the allure of baking something for you," she continued, making Magnus narrow his eyes at her.

"That's not what happened!" he snapped. "I just baked a cake because it was cheaper."

After the two waited a few moments for a response, they turned and looked at Pit.

"Uh, Pit?" Gaol called.

Magnus snapped his fingers in front of Pit's face, but he received no reaction from him other than the drool that was beginning to drip from his lip.

The man sighed before Pit suddenly shook his head and wiped the drool away with the back of his hand. He then looked up at his two friends, tears forming in his eyes as he smiled. "I love you guys..."

Magnus chuckled and patted Pit's head. "Right back at ya, angel face."

Gaol took a couple of steps away from the two, grabbing her jacket from the back of a chair. "Anyway, as much as I'd love to stay, I've still got some work to do," she stated, looking over her shoulder to smile at them. "So I guess I'll see you guys later!"

Pit turned and waved as she began walking away. "Oh, okay then. Bye!"

"See ya," Magnus said. Once she had closed the front door behind her, he looked down at Pit and put his hands on his hips. "So, you want a slice of that cake?"

The angel eagerly nodded. "Yes please!" He then glanced away, shuffling his feet slightly. "But, uh... before we do that..." he trailed off, trying to articulate his thoughts.

"What?" Magnus asked, his eyebrow raised.

Pit blushed and gulped loudly. "What you said before... a-about you and Gaol, and her, uh... 'period' and everything..." He went silent, then closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. "I-I think I wanna try it," he finally admitted.

Magnus's eyes widened slightly. "Wait, seriously?" he questioned before furrowing his brow. "Look, you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

Pit opened his eyes and looked up at him. "But I—" he cut himself off, glancing down at his feet. "I... want to."

The man stared at Pit, observing his face to gauge his feelings on the matter. However, it seemed like his awkward mannerisms stemmed purely from embarrassment and nothing else, earning a chuckle out of Magnus. "Well, as long as you're up for it, then so am I," he agreed, offering his hand out to his friend.

Pit blinked at his hand for a moment, then looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Thanks, Magnus."

"Eh, don't mention it," Magnus replied with a shrug.

Pit hesitantly grasped his hand, and the two headed into Magnus's bedroom together in silence.

AN: For anyone who's wondering: I purposely gave the centurions incredibly average American names as a joke, so please don't take this decision too seriously.