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"How many people do you know who holds a pickaxe with one hand, Sam?! How many?! "
"Uh, you? "
"I- Yeah! No fucking shit! "
Ponk turned to walk away.
"Ponk-"
Sam reached out to stop him but the shorter pulled away.
"Don't. Just, Don't. "
The creeper man watched as the other walked away. He eventually turned away and walked in the opposite direction.
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"God, I can't fucking believe him sometimes! "
Ponk shoved his hand into his pocket, walking through the portal, kicking the sand out of frustration.
"Foosh!? Ya' here? "
He wondered through the ex-god's vacation home looking for him. He found him sitting beside one of his old builds, elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.
"... Foosh? "
The totem jumped, quickly wiping his very obvious tears away.
"O- oh, hey, Ponk! What's up? "
The shorter walked over to the other and sat down beside him.
"Stuff. "
Foolish chuckled.
"Yeah, stuff is definitely a good word for it. "
"Alright, "
Foolish sat back against the sandstone-built wall.
"You go first. "
"Sam's a bitch. "
"Yes, yes. We've been over this, go on. "
The totem's reply made Ponk laugh a bit.
"That's,... That's really it. We fought earlier and you're the only one I could think to come to. "
He leaned back against the wall beside Foolish.
"Your turn. "
"Family stuff. XD is, well... Ya' know. "
"Right, right. Can't say it out loud, I get it. "
"Yeah.. "
Foolish relaxed against the wall.
They sat in comfortable silence before Ponk leaned his head against the other.
"I love you. "
Foolish wrapped his arm around the other.
"Mm, 'love you, too. "