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"uh, yea.. Hey, bro? Mind telling me what the fuck you're doing?"
"Yeah, uh- basically, we're-"
"You're" Egg corrected. "What you're doing, not me bro"
Egg can't even see Wemmbu's face right now but he knows fully well that Wemmbu is rolling his eyes.
"What we're doing, is a walk back home" Wemmbu explains.
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taxduo runs away
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27 Feb 2026
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Egg always admired Wemmbu’s hair.
The shimmer that overtook it in the light, the lovely purple colour, the fact it grew faster than he’s seen any mortal’s hair ever grow.
Maybe it was because it was so interesting that Egg liked nights like these. Nights he could braid and style it to whatever he wanted, as long as he brushed it out the next morning. And, the best part, Wemmbu said he hated it most of the time. When Egg proudly announced he’d finished and shoved a mirror at the other man’s face, the other would scowl or sigh or pout.
He could tell, though. The angel could always tell. Something about the look on his face every time said something else.
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Or, Eggchan admires Wemmbu's hair, even when it isn't as 'spectacular' as before.
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- Part 6 of Lo's UU Fics
Bookmarked by Flastik
27 Feb 2026