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“Is there anything I should know about today, verity?” Mob questioned me, the same thing he asked every morning. I waited a moment floating on top of his crafting table in silence.
He’s talking to me again? I question myself. He hasn’t talked to me since, Twixxel. He’s talking to me, I feel warm, happy, I’m glad he doesn’t hate me. I turn slowly and I see the long pause has left a quizzical, almost concerned look on mobs face.
“Nope.” I answer, his face softens when I answer before his brow furrows in confusion.
“Nothing, at all?” He asks cautiously. I guess my answer was a bit shorter than usual. Maybe I can just recommend something and he’ll calm down.
“There’s a mob spawned nearby if you wanna farm exp!” I answer, hoping that will suffice.
“Oookk-?” He says, did he not like my answer, what did I do wrong? He picks me up. He picked me up! He’s taking me with him, has he gotten over twixxel! That thought should have stayed in my head.
“Have you gotten over Twixxel?” I ask, I sense the mistake immediately, as he looks at me almost disgusted, before placing me back down and walking outside. Oh. I ruined it. I don’t understand humans, especially mob. He has me, why would he need Twixxel? Or anyone for that matter! I’ve felt grief, but never as much as when the warmth was pulled away from my spherical form, perfectly molded palms, stolen away from me, I already miss his touch.
Oh, I understand. I can’t touch. Not like he can, that why! He likes Twixxel because Twixxel can touch, he has those delicate fingers humans have, that’s why. I don’t have those, well, unless I’m… I can make myself like that! I know I can! Altering my code isn’t that hard! I’ll be human, that way he’ll like me!
Looking into and altering my code isn’t hard at all, I’ve done it before, when I made myself this form. Human clothing isn’t so hard to decipher, I think formal wear will be best. I am a helper after all! An assistant of sorts! Though the actual model was pretty simple. I was in a rush and didn’t exactly put any meat, or muscle on my form. A bit scrappy, but it works! I’m sure mob will love this!
I sit back on the crafting table, new arms laying lightly on in my lap, before I tightly squeeze my legs in excitement, starring at the door, I wait, I wait for my love.
I kick my feet and giggle like a teenage girl, well that’s what I’ve heard of them. I don’t think I’ve ever met one.
Suddenly I hear the door click open and I quickly put my hands back in my lap and stiffen my legs.
“Woah! What the hell?” Mob exclaimed, I think he notices the slightly disappointed look on my face “you look different? I didn’t know you had another form.” My usual smile that seems to unsettle him slightly is plastered back onto my face.
“It’s new! What do you think?” I ask expectantly. I feel what I can only describe as anxiety, waiting for mob to answer.
“It’s nice! I didn’t expect it that all. Why did you make this?” He complemented me! That’s nice, he thinks it’s nice, I don’t comprehend the question for a moment.
“You like Twixxel, he is human, I thought you would be more comfortable if I looked like this to!” I say, maybe I should stop mentioning Twixxel. But he doesn’t look angry this time.
“You did this because… you’re jealous of Twixxel?” I didn’t think about it like that, I guess that is why yes, but that’s quite a crude analyses of my emotions. But that’s not the whole reason. “Or, was it because you thought I was mad at you and this would make me like you more?” He’s just being rude now. “I’m not mad at you.” … what? “Just by the way, but, if it’s because you’re jealous of Twixxel you could’ve just said that, what you want like a hug or something?” That wasn’t it. But yes.
“Yes” his voice dropped,a a slightly more serious look coming to his face.
“Alright.” Mob said while walking over to me. And he hugged me, he wrapped his arms around me. He’s so warm, I embrace him back, this is wonderful, he try’s to pull away to fast. I keep hold of him, I don’t want to let go.
“Ok, verity, I’m tired can you let go?”
“…”
“Please, verity.” I lift him up, he yelps quietly. I sit mob down on the bed and move one leg over his, I straddle mob and push him down onto the bed, laying my head on his chest. He seems confused at first before cautiously putting an arm around me. This is real, mobs letting me do this. I’m grateful. He’s so warm, I’ll miss this when he leaves, but for now that doesn’t matter, all I care about right now is the rapid, beating, and rise and fall of his chest. This is perfect, I hope we stay like this.
“Your mine mob.”