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" Eggggg. " Wemmbu called out to his best friend as he swung the door open, only to find the said Egg awake— on his computer.
Wait.
HIS computer?!
Oh, that's fine, it's Eggchan, what could he possibly—
Shit, what if he played Mace PvP and ranked him down.
" Oh, hey, man. " The angel greeted, his hand steadily moving the mouse while his left hand clicked the keyboards gently.
" What're you doing? " The demon scooted over to his side and sat on the arm rest of the gaming chair, surprise— well, not surprise, it held up both of them.
" Uh, solving some doctordle. " He said casually as he scanned over the scenarios given by the website. Huh. Doctordle.. like the famous website that's been exploding in his YouTube's recommendation page?
" Didn't know you were a nerd in that stuff, that's kinda— "
" Weird? "
" Nah, cool. "
Both chuckled off at themselves, eventually dying down.
" I thought you were going for law? "
The purple haired asked, his tail twitching, slowly wagging behind him.
" Law? No, man. Not yet, at least. Uhh.. I'm going for Biology and then Law. " He said with a casual smile, and a shrug. Not even sensing the stare of doom and despair that his best friend gave him.
" You're going for a double-degree? That's crazy! " As if he also wasn't going for a double-degree. Culinary Arts and Business! Yeah, what, you think those two are a bad choice? Suck it up then, haters.
" Whatever, Wemm. Like.. double-degrees make you seem smart. "
" You're smart, yeah. " He rolled his eyes, both of them did! That's hilarious, it's almost like they're telepathetic.
Wemmbu won't be surprised if they were, no idea about Egg, though.
" We need to go eat, " He said as he watched the angel pressing a wrong answer, giving more clues to him.
" Ahh.. I'm not really hungry, bro. "
" What? Come onn, it's dinnerrr. I get you slept for a few minutes but no one sleeps with an empty stomach. "
That's insane.
...
So why isn't Egg replying?
" Egg, come on. " He almost begs, the sudden shift in mood is so.. so overwhelmi—
" I'll eat, Wemm. Why're you whining like a kid? Pfft. That's kinda funny. " Egg's childish tone immediately brightened up Wemmbu's face, oh, he didn't hit a nerve. That's good!
Uh, did Eggchan really have a nerve? The guy trembles at the word 'dodgeball practice'
Well, that wasn't a word, that was two— whatever! You get it!
" Let's eaaaaat. " Wemmbu whined, his tail flicked faster behind him, a sign of annoyance.
" Egggg. Egg. Eggggggg— "
" Let's gooo, bro. You're like a kiiiiid. " Egg mocked his way of whining— offended him slightly, he didn't really mind though!
Except he hit Egg on the back of the head gently, which earned him an ow.
" What was that for? That hurt! "
Wemmbu shrugged, but gave him a puzzled look.
" I didn't hit you that hard? "
" Uh, you have heavy hands, Wemm. " Eggchan deadpanned at him.
It's not like he's dumb, he totally knew his hands were heav- wait, his hands weren't heavy!
Wemmbu could only roll his eyes, " D'alright, bro. "
Both hurried off downstairs, of course, Egg didn't forget to leave the doctordle website. They'll eat in the kitchen.. yup!
~
Eggchan sat by the dining table, a bowl of braised pork presented in the middle. Of course, not alone— there was a huge bowl filled with rice too! Golden Apple juice in a pitcher, mashed potatoes with diced, sizzled bacon.. yada, yada, yada; simple dinner yet so delicious.
Wemmbu ate in a moderate pace, savoring the sweet taste of the braised pork. It literally melted in his mouth, as soon as he put it inside. What the hell did Minute do to get this kind of result?!
Not that he's complaining, of course. He could eat this daily for the rest of the year.
Okay, maybe not. He still has a diet to follow, for the intramurals and nationals..
" So, Eggchan. " Minute spoke as he carefully sliced the pork he had into small dices; for himself!
The angel perked up at the mention of his name, his head wings twitching— plopping some meat in his mouth while he listened to what Minute had to say.
" How've you been? We haven't seen eachother in quite a while. " He gave him a gentle smile while he eyed his own food, Eggchan smiled back, a warm and gentle smile!
" I've been alright, sir. "
Wemmbu almost cringed from that. Egg knew that he could call Minute— well, 'Minute'! Why'd he cringeeee. Darn.
Though, da- Minute, didn't seem to mind.
Wemmbu was always quiet whenever he was eating, concentrating on slow chews to help digest the food! That's no stranger to Egg and Minute. Or anyone close to Wemmbu at all.
While he chewed, he watched Minute take a handkerchief and wipe the corners of his lips in a delicate manner. Jeez, you'd almost think they were a billionaire.
.... Ooooohh, they are! Hey, he's not smug about it— heh! Truuuust.
Egg and da- fuck.
Egg and Minute's conversation blurred out for him as he was consumed by the overwhelming, sense-awakening food. He didn't know if Minute had some sort of secret spice that helped bring out the flavors— hella, he'd love to know what they were.
And if there wasn't a secret spice, then he'd swear he'll do drugs.
Just kidding though. Heavy no to drugs, nuh uh!
.. well —
Not like he hasn't done it before.
Definitely won't do it again, though.
... Not after that.
~
Wemmbu seemed preoccupied while eating, that's what Egg analyzed. Good. 'cause him and Minute were and still is talking about.. some hard stuff.
Minutetech, his best friend's dad, yapped about how he was poor before, being raised by an abusive household, discouragement on education.. this, and that, there and here.. and only rose to success after he finally let go of his past.
Hey, he didn't know how this started, don't ask him!
" Eggchan, if you're ever struggling with education or family, you can come to me. "
Well that came out of nowhere.
" Huh?- I- I mean, yeah, sure, thanks for that, sir. " He's being formal to Minute, as he should. Because.
.. well, just because.
" Education, family, advice in anything. I'll be here. "
.. what was the day again?
Wait, he lost track of the date.
What month was it again?
He really needed to sleep. Well, more sleep!
" You're m... n's... iend, though we di..n't inter.... busy I wa..... "
Ahh, shit, did he even message his parents that he'd stay over to Wemmbu's house? They'll kill him if he didn't. It's already.. what, 8 P.M.?
Wemm did say he'll message them for him. He just had to make sure.
.. he didn't want to get smacked first thing when he gets home. Not when he's having a mediocre week.
" E.. "
And like, he's not.. he's not scared, or anything. Just worried. Like, when he gets home..
" Cha.. "
.. he's not scared of his parents.
" ... Egg.. "
Maybe he is scared of his parents.
" Eggchan? "
That tap on the shoulder nearly made him jump, his head snapped to look at Wemmbu— who looked concerned. Oh, and Minute too.
" Ahh, sorry, bro. Sorry, sir.. " He said while he scratched the back of his head, a bead of sweat dropped from the side of his forehead.
" It's all right, Eggchan. " Minute spoke, adjusting his own chair, followed by a muffled screech.
" Wemmbu, why don't you and Eggchan go ahead and rest? You're both finished, anyways. I'll take care of the dishes. "
Wemmbu happily obliged— dragging Egg back up to his room before the angel could even thank the older man.
" Dude, you didn't let me say thanks! " Egg yelped as he was practically thrown on the gaming chair. Well, maybe not that literally.
" What? He doesn't mind, bro. Let's play some minecraaaft. "
" I don't have my pc. "
" I have a spare laptop. "
" Oh. "
.. well!
I guess they're playing Minecraft.
" Fine, okay. " He gave up, yup. He can't refuse Wemmbu's requests.
The purple dragon almost yelled in excitement, immediately grabbing the spare laptop, and spare mouse to the angel.
Yup.
Yup.
Minecraft...
Not Egg's favourite game, but he'll play it for Wemmbu. It's fun with friends.
He sighed, muffling it with a hand over his mouth. This week feels so messy for him.
Playing Minecraft with Wemmbu won't be so bad, it'll take his mind off some things.
For now..
" Mace time! " Wemmbu giggled in excitement while Eggchan groaned in annoyance.
" Not again.. "
" Yes, again. "
This'll be a long night.