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Scar heard Mumbo spluttering, „Soulmates?“ „Yes, Mumbo,“ the builders palms were sweaty, he clutched his shirt in his hands.
Mumbo stared at Scar, then at Scars back, and then at his own back.
„I- cant properly see the mark, are you sure?“ „I’m sure. Do you have a mirror around somewhere?“
Mumbo nodded, and got up, leaving his shirt on the small sofa.
Mumbo didn’t seem happy, or giddy, or excited, or anything that could describe joy. Was he disappointed? Scar couldn’t read him.
He was never great at reading people in the moment things happened, only ever in retrospect could he decipher what really went down. It was a quirk Scar took no liking to, it was rather inconvenient.
Before his thoughts consumed him, Mumbo returned with a small hand mirror, sitting down on the sofa again, this time a bit closer to Scar.
He angled the mirror in a way where he could see his own mark, then he looked back at Scars.
His expression turned from shock to suprise to something Scar couldn’t quite read, and then it turned soft.
The spoon he called Mumbo put the mirror down, and settled his hands in his lap.
„We’re soulmates?“ Mumbo asked.
„I thought I made that pretty clear by now,“ Scar responded.
They sat in short silence, both not knowing where to look.
„Are you disappointed?“ Scar heard himself ask after a while, which he was suprised at even sounding out, he barely felt himself think it in the moment!
Mumbos eyes widened, and he looked at him. „Oh- goodness me, no! Scar of course I’m not disappointed, what- what made you think that?“ As usual, the redstoner stumbled over his words. But he took Scars hand, and he held it so tenderly.
The vampires cool hands always calmed him down.
„Well- I don’t know, you just. Don’t look happy?“ He cringed, leaning back.
Mumbo huffed out a breath, „I- oh Scar of course I’m happy! This is great news! I just- well I think I just need to process the information first?“
Scar stared. Great news? Great news? Wait-
„Great news? You- you’re fine with this? You like this?“ he motioned at all of himself, Mumbo blinked, confused.
„Of course I do, Scar? I thought I made that pretty clear-„ now it was Scars turn to blink at him in confusion. „Uh- no? Not really-„
Mumbo hesitated, „Scar I kissed you! I don’t just kiss people-„ ”Really? Cause you were great at it-„ If Mumbo could blush, Scar was sure he would, judging by his facial expression. „Oh- shush- well either way I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t love you,“ „You love me?“ Scar gawked.
„Yeah that’s- Scar!“ Mumbo partially laughed, „We’re Soulmates, Scar! Soulmates! Of course I love you!“
Scar swallowed, oh darn he’s right- but soulmates don’t have to love each other, right? He believed Mumbos words anyways. „I- love you too,“ he almost whispered.
It was a rare sight, seeing the builder, the server known goof, to be so shy like this. Mumbos non existent heart wrenched at the sight, and he leaned forward, wrapping his long arms around the mans shoulders, holding him close. Scars warm skin touched Mumbos cold skin. Scar hugged him back, and it was a pleasant feeling.