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No, you shouldn’t think that he was against it... It was rather pure surprise. He didn't expect this from the two of them.

— Oh, Ren, we were just talking about you. — Doc grins, pulling his boyfriend towards him by the waist, enjoying the way Ren blushes, also not expecting such an “attack”. The ears on the canine hybrid's head are flattened against his hair, and his cheeks are flushed red due to embarrassment.

— D-Doc,— the dog hybrid involuntarily groans intermittently, briefly looking shyly at Martyn standing next to him. He didn't mind his other boyfriend watching them, but it was still very awkward when he paid attention to one of the metamours in front of the other.

— We discussed here that you should also learn German. — Martyn says in a drawn out and languid voice, standing behind Ren, pinching the good boy behind, — You know, positive reinforcement of the material helps you learn better.

— What?— Ren doesn’t have time to realize what’s happening before Doc leans over and kisses him with a slightly insistent kiss, sensibly squeezing his waist in his hands.

Ren feels like all the air instantly disappears from his lungs, and his legs give way. If it weren't for his boys holding him, he would definitely have fallen from such an unexpected attack.

— Scott, I would like to ask a personal question. - Sausage says not loudly, but with a sly smile on his lips, - Tell me, are you a virgin?

Scott, who clearly did not expect such a question, only raises his eyebrow in a questioning gesture, looking at Sausage with obvious reproach. Extremely hoping that somewhere deep in his soul he is at least a little ashamed for such a question in such a society of all the emperors of the server. Although, “conscience” was not exactly the Sausage Chess Knight. And Joel has already killed all the horses on the server...

Sausage smiled flirtatiously, adding:

— Don’t worry, we won’t deprive you. For our theory, which deer blood is best for rejuvenation.

Fwip laughed quietly, as if trying to relieve the tension in the air between Scott’s heavy gaze and Sausage’s malicious gaze:

— If I were you, I would be worried, otherwise his look does not bode well. — catching a hard look now on himself, the red-haired man shook his head, — I mean, you too, are in some way a deer.

While Scott, along with Katherine, scolded both those sitting at the table for their tactless behavior, Lizzie, who was sitting not far from Scott, looked with a grin at Jimmy, who was looking embarrassedly at the table.

villain Cuteguy & hero Hoteguy : from enemies to lovers

— Oh, lo-ok who fell into my trap ~ — Grian tries to blow away the bangs that were getting into his eyes, but instead he licks his hair back with his fingers, contentedly looking at the picture that appeared before his eyes. — Our elusive Mr. Hotguy.

He grins and inaudibly kicks the guy’s leg tied to the chair leg. He liked to feel the power over the situation and his emotions intoxicated him from what was happening so much that he even relaxed a little. It is absolutely impossible to escape from his Headquarters.

— So-o maybe you’re not so elusive, that the very defender of Hermitcraft, the hero of all Mojang, fell into the villain’s trap? — Grian smiles contentedly, winking at the hero tied hand and foot in front of him.

Hotguy himself snorts quietly, looking through his mask with emerald eyes. He felt incredibly tired all over his body after that annoying villain injected him with a sedative. Now he woke up, he was thirsty and his body ached from both new bruises and abrasions and old ones. It was a very long “game of catch-up” for Cuteguy, who tried to provoke Scar into a fight and this is what it all led to... He mutters something directly into the gag, incomprehensibly answering the question asked by the villain.

Grian blinks in surprise, not believing that Scar still has the strength to respond to barbs.

— What did you say, honey? — Xelqua grins, coming closer, enjoying the powerlessness of the victim.

But to Grian’s surprise, the man sitting next to him says something into his gag and as if louder, hoping that he will be heard. Frowning and surprised at such impudence, Grian pulls the gag from Scar's lips and looks displeased at the man.

— What? — Grian snorts not contentedly.

— I’m saying... — Scar says in a hoarse voice, clearing his throat, and then raising his face and looking with malice at his personal villain. — You could have just asked me out on a date instead of kidnapping me and dragging me to God knows where.

Cuteguy immediately turns red in the face, inhaling noisily through his nostrils and looks in surprise at the victim who has lost his fear. Although, of course, the assertion that Hotguy had “fear” of Cuteguy is controversial.

— You..., — Grian exhales, trying to find the words. It seemed to him that the whole situation was in his hands, but how did it happen that as soon as Hotguy spoke, everything collapsed at that very second. How much this infuriated Grian...

— Yes, I know that I’m handsome, good-looking, and redstoners are crazy about me, but if you asked me on a date, I wouldn’t refuse you. Honesty to Hotguy.

Cuteguy's face managed to turn pale, red and inscrutable in just a couple of minutes.

— Fine. — Grian says quietly, snorting and pulling a knife out of his boot, untying the tied up guy. — But remember, if you say too embarrassing things on a date, I will make you spend the entire date gagged. I hope I explained it clearly.

day 1 — Prank_s

— We don't meet anymore. — Grian whispered, kicking the stone under his feet.

Pearl, looking at him, could not believe her eyes, and her ears too. I mean, did this crazy threesome break up? It was both a blessing and a curse.

The server could take a little break from the amount of drama that Grian, Scar and Mumbo caused being the three of them in a relationship that sometimes made the entire server whine.

One of their “Buttercup Hippie Arc” made Doc and Ren get back together (although, to be honest, it was a long time coming).

But it was hard for Pearl to look at her skybling, so dejected, tired and clearly suffering in heart and soul from such a situation.

— Oh, honey, I'm so sorry... — Pearl whispers tenderly, not understanding whether to hug Grian now, prepare him a sedative, or somehow cheer him up.

Good.. We will resolve the situation as the cataclysm grows. If anything, Skar will be able to calm Cub down, and Mumbo will probably be Iskall...

But, to Pearl's surprise, Grian shook his head and looked up at his skybling, laughing weakly.

— Do you want to ask what exactly happened? — Xelqua smiled sadly, looking carefully at Pearl, and then the girl had a slight feeling that something was wrong in this situation.

— Are you ready to talk about this?...— the skybling asks carefully, tilting his head on his shoulder, as if trying to look at Grian from a different angle. Naively hoping that this would somehow explain his strange mood.

Grian nods, smiling fleetingly sadly with some, as it seemed to her, despair, but enough to reassure Pearl that, supposedly, everything is in order. Xelqua's voice becomes quiet, as if he was about to tell the biggest secret of the entire universe, which it was.

— We broke up because now they are my fiancés and we have a wedding in a couple of days!

Pearl felt her thoughts evaporate, watching how instead of a sad smile on Grian’s face, the smile that he gave to the whole world blossomed when he made fun of someone. Avian takes a step back, taking out his rockets to fly up with a noisy laugh.

— I'll send you a wedding invitation by mail! — Xelqua's voice disappears in the height as he jumps.

Pearl just exhaled slowly, watching the avian in the red sweater disappear like a quick dot in the sky. She felt funny and worried at the same time. She loved and hated her skybling now as much as possible. If Scar and Mumbo also mocked the rest of the server and are preparing everyone for their wedding...

Day 16 - Patron

Grian felt incredibly awkward being a freshman transfer in the middle of the school year. An unpleasant turn of fate in the form of the loss of accreditation of his own university and an emergency transfer to a completely unfamiliar (by all measures) educational institution forced him to catch extra weak attacks of anxiety that did not allow his brain to calm down.

And now he tiredly wandered along the corridor, looking for the right office, completely lost in the walls of this building. Everything could have been better if he had turned on his inner “social devils” and made friends even with the first one he came across, but due to the current situation, there was absolutely no strength and “spoons” for unnecessary social relationships.

Violet eyes, full of lack of sleep, glanced wearily at the vending machine. The taste of synthetic instant coffee automatically reflected on his lips; this is not the most pleasant drink, which he would prefer to drink exclusively for emergency purposes when he is broke. For example, unfortunately, now. Due to the unexpected relocation, as well as unexpected expenses, it was worth not spending much until a way out of this unpleasant financial hole was found.

But, as luck would have it, the vending machine itself stood at the entrance to the chain cafe from which came the pleasant aroma of freshly ground coffee, the knocking of the holder, and the pleasant sound of espresso, which could now be flowing in his body instead of blood.

Xelqua lets out a sad, quiet groan looking towards the intersection of the machine and the cafe at the same time.

- Hey, new guy, are you looking for something hotter? - He heard giggling next to him and, shaking his shoulders slightly, he automatically turned towards someone else’s voice.

Standing nearby was a thin guy with blue eyes and blue-blue hair that looked like fire when he moved slightly. He was a head taller than Grian, from which the feeling of his elevation clearly made itself felt. His strange dark clothes, reminiscent of a black thin raincoat, some kind of stupid turquoise sweater, pale skin and smile evoked the vibes of some villain from a comic book. The ones about super heroes...

- Suppose? - Grian said thoughtfully, drawing out the words and looking away from the guy towards the coffee shop and sighing heavily. — I doubt you can offer me anything interesting.

- And I think I can. To begin with, — the guy holds out his thin fingers stained with red and blue ink, — My name is Tango and I know that you are new here, I want to introduce you to our university.

— Grian, — Xelqua tries to grin in response, as if trying to inflate his worth and pretend that he is a self-sufficient adult guy and in general such an acquaintance for him is like rubbing two fingers on the asphalt.

- So, Grian, what about finding you a patron within these walls? - Tango giggles, lowering his palm and crossing his arms over his chest, smiling contentedly.

- Do you offer this to everyone? - Grian snorts quietly, looking at how self-confident Tango becomes before his eyes after such phrases.

- No, only such handsome handsome men. — Tango winks, making Xelqua try really hard not to blush. It's not often that such hot guys flirt with him.

- Oh, Tango. Let's buy me some coffee first, I refuse to flirt with my sleepy brain. - Grian jokes, nodding towards the machine gun. If he saves a couple of coins, it will be better.

- No problem. - Tango smiles contentedly, nodding towards the machine, but walking past it and heading towards the coffee shop.

- Hmm, Tango. I can get by with synthetic coffee.., — Xelqua says hesitantly, internally not believing that he can be treated to real coffee.

- Well, first of all, this is my friends’ coffee shop and I can buy a drink at cost. Secondly, I heard that sad sound that you made literally looking towards the coffee shop, well, and thirdly, I can’t afford to kiss someone’s lips that just touched artificial coffee. - Tango jokes, not hiding his laughter, - Okay, the last one was too much. I can simply afford to treat a person that I like coffee. How do you like that?

In just a few words, Tango managed to get upset at how stupid he was, to be touched by how cute he was, and almost roll his eyes at his cute nonsense.

-Are you always this stupid? - Grian snorts, hiding his smile and walking ahead of the guy into the cafe.

- No, only with such handsome guys who suffer from caffeine. You are the easiest victims. - Tango giggles, from which he immediately receives an elbow in the side from Grian, but sees how Xelqua is pleased with such stupidity, he only smiles guiltily. On the other hand, how else can you approach handsome strangers?

@desert-duo-week

— Are we in this situation again? - Scar whispers, gently running his palm over someone else’s cheek and looking into Grian’s dark purple eyes and laughing.

— Forgive me, — Grian sighs, bashfully burying his face in his shoulder. Avian once again caused chaos on the server, leading to riots. Nothing new.

Day 12 - Adopted child

— Don't you dare say that! — Scar groans, covering his cat's ears with his palms. Jelly raises her muzzle in disbelief, looking puzzled at her owner.

— But Scar, she’s practically adopted. — Grian can’t hold back his laughter.

— Even so, she doesn’t have to know such things. — Goodtimes snorts, moving his hands to the cat's fur and gently scratching his beloved cat.

Day 8 - Recklessness

— What’s the most reckless thing you could do for me? — Grian said thoughtfully, looking at his beloved guys sitting next to him.

Scar and Mumbo looked at each other.

Mumbo looked at Scar with the eyes of a man who had worked all night. His black suit, hair and even his mustache were covered with a thin coating of red dust, which shimmered in the weak light of day, making Jumbo, with his pale skin, resemble a vampire.

Scar sat in his green robes as an elf prince, running his fingers through his long brown hair and twirling it around his fingers. Emerald eyes full of wisdom and catastrophism at the same time, and a sly smile on her lips.

- What would you like, my dear bird? – Scar drawled sweetly, turning his gaze to Grian and resting his chin on his palm.

- Something reckless! — Avian’s eyes light up with a playful fire.

— Explosion of the entire server? - says Mumbo thoughtfully. — Xisuma will kill us.

- It is naive to think that our personal catastrophism will not want something that could cause us problems later. - Scar laughs in response.

- Let's marry each other! - Grian suddenly says, jumping on the spot and looking from one guy to another.

Mumbo blushes in response, not expecting such a turn, and Scar laughs loudly:

— I wouldn’t say it’s reckless, but why not.