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bun swore he wouldn't do this again. yet here he found himself, waiting behind the church at midnight with a stack of crying obsidian. he'd call himself pathetic if he didn't have the excuse that he needed it for a farm. that was totally the only reason he'd spent hours mining portal ruins. totally.. scribe arrived late, like usual. it almost made bun feel like an idiot for showing up on time, standing out in the cold when he knew scribe would be there fifteen minutes later. "y'know, i'm starting to think you're just missing my face.." the sculkin snickered, slinking out of the darkness like some sort of mob boss. bun rolled his eyes at the sly act. "don't flatter yourself, you're just the only person i know who spends all their time in caves." he crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the church, staring down his own foggy breath to avoid meeting scribe's eyes. scribe, unfortunately, leaned against the wall next to him, head tilting to study bun's face. "really? jens is mining like all the time." bun glared back at scribe. "i'm not gonna talk to fucking jens, rab's bad enough." he let a small snort through, quickly fixing his slip up by flattening his face and turning back to the dark sky. "do you have it?" scribe rifled through his pocket, eventually fishing out the stack of dripstone bun had been after. he tossed it around, back and forth between his hands. "depends, do you?" bun grumbled as he pulled out the crying obsidian, shoving it over to scribe before leaving a hand out for the dripstone. he curled his fingers around the solid rock once it made it's way to his hand, shoving it into his pocket. "thank you, i'll be leaving now, not a word of this to anyone." he'd started on his way back to his office before getting yanked back by his collar. "hold on, you're not leaving so soon. we just got talking." bun swatted the hand away and turned on his heel, looking scribe up and down with a sigh. "i can't, scribe, i've got a faction to run, a reputation to uphold." he gestured around. they were in his territory, they could easily get caught if anyone else happened to be up. scribe took a step forward, ever so gently undoing the top button of bun's dress shirt. "i don't see anyone here who cares about your reputation, do you?" bun almost pulled away, he screamed at himself to. but instead, hesitation led into him leaning closer. a soft sigh on bitten raw lips. "you're better be gone by morning and make sure no one sees you." before he could catch himself, bun was yanked into a kiss. moss soft lips pressed against his own and a hand tracing shapes into his cheek. the world practically spun around him when he pulled back, only held up by scribe's hand gripping his collar. "it'll be like i was never there." |
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