Summary: Because birds.

Palette sniffled, holding back tears as he clutched his small lover's hands.

The white-cloaked skeleton held hostage merely gave him a soft smile and a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay. I won't be gone for too long."

"But it's going to be an entire season!" The young artist wailed. Yellow/green tears began to stream down his cheeks, soaking the yellow scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Oh, Pal, I promise I'll be back before you know it- then we can do all kinds of things together, like visit that amusement park you mentioned last week." Goth said, freeing his hands (after Palette reluctantly relented his grip) and gently using his cloak's sleeve to wipe away his boyfriend's liquid sorrow.

"...Okay."

Despite wanting the tender moment to continue forever, Palette knew their time for goodbyes had come to an end when Reaper finally drew away from Geno, stating, "See you in the spring, my dove. I'll make sure to return with many gifts for you."

Not a few seconds later, he approached the couple and asked his son, "Ready to go, pigeon?"

Goth shook his skull.

"In just a second, dad." The lesser death god leaned forward and gave Palette a peck on the cheek- the romantic kind, not the bird-trying-to-eat-your-face kind. Then, he went and captured his mother in a tight hug before pulling back and moving to stand next to Reaper.

The father-son duo soon started to flap their wings, slowly rising into the air.

"See you in spring, mom, Palette," Goth said.

The young artist shouted after him, "Love you; Stay safe!" while the bloody glitch nearby chimed, "Be safe, dear! Don't talk to any strange birds, and for stars' sake, please keep out of the garbage!"

Thereafter, he and Geno stood in silence as they watched their loved ones gracefully fly down the stree-

Goth smacked face-first into a telephone pole, sliding down an inch before quickly righting himself, flying off into the horizon alongside his father.

"So majestic," Palette whispered, wiping residual magic from his cheeks.

Instead of sharing the same awe, Geno frowned and grumbled in concern, "...stars, I hope they don't fly into a building or a plane."