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oh, that little- sam thought to himself, an annoyed expression etched into his soft features. he grunted as he held ponk upright, an arm wrapped around the smaller's waist, the brunette's arm cast over sam's shoulder languidly, unable to support his own body weight.
"sammy...... watcha doooooooinnnn," ponk giggled, throwing his other arm around the creeper hybrid's neck and getting so close to his face sam could feel the other's hot breath on his lips. speaking of his lips, sam merely pursed them, deciding to pay no attention to the brunette practically climbing him like a tree. ponk just giggled again and rested his head on sam's shoulder, looking up at him with amazement, his red and hazy eyes glimmering slightly.
sam tried not to notice it.
"i'm gonna kill tommy," the creeper grumbled, ponk now sitting on the older's shoulders. the height difference was incredible, really. "nooooo, you can't do thhatttt.. who else am i gonna buy," the brunette paused to cough violently, "drugs from??"
"well, for one, you don't even need drugs, and two, you don't need drugs. that child is definitely dying," sam was joking, but ponk couldn't tell, so he hit the other lightly on the head as if to scold him, saying with confidence, "killing illegal is children!!!" sam laughed, his shoulders shaking, causing ponk to hold on for dear life. "stop!!! since when were you this tall??"
"you're high, ponk. you have no depth perception."
"english, please."
sam shook his head and continued the trek to his house. they had quite a bit of walking to do, as sam's home was exceedingly far away from the main bit of the server.
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around two hours later, the pair finally reached the older man's not-so-humble abode. getting all the redstone stuff over with quickly seemed like the best first option. but ponk's constant whining and complaining distracted him, and it took him a bit longer than usual. the entrance into the massive mountain bunker opened slowly, and sam pushed the smaller man into the 'house' swiftly, following right after him.
"are you hungry?"
"hmmm.." ponk thought for a moment, "no. can i see fran? is she here? is she dead? where is she?" the brunette started looking around, even under his shoes, for sam's beloved dog.
"honestly, i don't want you near her right now." ponk glared at the older, pouting, but soon his attention shifted to sam's assorted collection of redstone contrivances he had built over the years. he - under sam's meticulous watch, of course - fiddled with a couple of the gismos, fascination wracking through his body as he learned how things worked and what went there.
sam was observing ponk from afar, deciding that now would be a good time to organize his intensely cluttered storage unit.
The green-haired boy noticed that ponk wasn't honestly that much different than when he wasn't high, the younger just seemed more open and talkative. sam had to admit, he liked it, liked seeing his friend talk about all his worries and just spitting out whatever came to his mind even when it didn't necessarily make the most sense.
maybe he would have to thank tommy later, instead of, you know, killing him.