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Sharpness wouldn’t consider himself a runner.
If someone were to approach him, looking for a fight, he’d fight. And probably win. Being arguably the best fighter on the server, not many people would dare to cross him, much less tell the tale.
Unless it was Judelow.
Anyone would be an idiot not to run from Jude, once stumbling upon the certain purple-haired bunny with a determined glint in his magenta eyes. Especially if said bunny man was walking towards them in an otherwise empty field.
And despite what it may seem when it comes to Judelow, Sharpness isn’t stupid. One look at Jude’s expression is enough for him to step aside and look over his shoulder to see what unfortunate player had done such a phenomenal fuck-up to invoke Jude’s wrath.
Only, there was nobody else standing behind him.
The Minecraft soundtrack grows louder, as if anticipating what would surely be his untimely demise.
The only people in the middle of spawn were Jude, and himself, but he kept coming like a new redstone mechanic was discovered and he needed to try it, and was ready to do it with Sharpness as his test subject.
For a tiny second, Sharpness considered planting his feet and fighting off Jude to retain some dignity amongst his teammates who constantly bullied him for his on-and-off alliance with Jude.
But it just clicked in his head that they’d removed all of Jude’s traps a couple hours before.
So what was he charging at him for?
Sharpness didn’t want to stick around to find out, so he spun on his heel, and ran.
As far as plans went, this wasn’t his worst (which wasn’t really saying much.)
Or so he thought.
Maybe he should’ve considered that the person he was being chased by constantly ran around tinkering with various traps around the world, was very used to sprinting towards said traps to avoid dying, and had some cursed bunny–anamatronic genes that made him stupidly fast.
Which, unfortunately, Judelow was.
Fast, smart, and knew the surrounding area like the back of his hand.
Yeah, the odds weren’t looking very good for Sharp.
As he attempted to run, about a billion thoughts went through his head. He’d been careful not to piss off Jude for the past few weeks, going so far to avoid spawn in general and occasionally drop off anonymous trap materials—which was only for the purpose of Jude being in a good mood of course, so he wouldn’t kill Sharp.
Definitely not so he could watch from afar as Jude found the materials neatly organised into a purple or red shulker (colours being completely coincidental, mhm), and see how the bunny hybrid’s gleaming magenta eyes sparkle with glee and those pretty red lips pull into a bright, unguarded smile that was reserved for special occasions, such as a mysterious package filled with the perfect supplies arriving on his doorstep.
Hey, it wasn’t his fault if he’d managed to memorise all Jude’s favourite materials during their short time teamed together.
The thought alone was enough to send butterflies towards his stomach, which was enough for Jude to catch up to him and slam Sharp into the nearest rough cliff-face.
Oh God.
They were far away from spawn for there to still be traps littered around the area, and Sharp was mentally preparing to drop into a dripstone one-by-one and get impaled, or to suffocate in a stack of minecarts and lose more strength.
Instead, Jude’s careful fingers that somehow managed to always be covered in grime and oil hooked onto the front of his shirt and tugged him down, until he felt lips pressed on his.
Now, Sharpness has never claimed to understand Jude’s way of thinking. You don’t become a server’s most notorious trapper by being predictable, after all. But Sharp likes to think that he usually has some resemblance of an idea when Jude does something seemingly insane.
But this? Sharpness has no idea what Jude’s doing.
The kiss lasts long enough for him to think that Jude’s trying to murder him through asphyxiation, or perhaps trying to make his heart combust from how fast it’s beating right now, or his brain being overloaded with the sweet scent of Jude’s shampoo and how innocent this entire thing seems when Jude drags a hand through Sharpness’ hair (how dare he, Jude knows how much Sharpness has to work to maintain it,) and steps back.
It’s much too soon.
Only because Sharpness is still alive, of course.
Then, Jude smirks up at him and leaves, his lithe figure bathed in the light of the setting sun.
Sharpness blinks. He knows his blonde hair is probably almost stained brown now, and his favourite red hair-ribbon seems to have disappeared, but he really couldn’t care less as he sinks to the floor, hiding his blush in his hands.
What the actual fuck?