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EVBO POV
Evbo panted out of breath, unusual considering how much he was used to doing parkour.
Whatever, he just needs to get back to seawatt for the next disc. No time to stop with the weight of the world on your shoulders am I right!
“Hey I’m ba-“
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SEAWATT POV
*BOOM SFX*
Did he just… pass out? Oh that stupid noob couldn’t even take care of himself.
“Uh hello?” “Dude?” Seawatt called out to Evbo but was met with no response.
“Well! Guess I’ll just chill and wait for him to wake up!” He narrated, as usual.
But as he sat down a new emotion crept up on him…
Guilt.
Surely he couldn’t just leave Evbo on the floor like that.
Evbo ruined his life! He has every right to leave him on the floor!
But he was falling for his plans sooo well, surely he deserved a little help!
Hmmm maybe
“Alright inner monologue! I hope you’re right!” Seawatt replies to himself, getting up to grab Evbo.
He hunched down over the blonde, dragging him into a sitting position by his shoulders.
His Pulse is… fine. Health bar is probably full if not one heart down. He ate before he left, but should be fine with his boots anyway. Each little thing checked off the list in Seawatt’s mind.
Evbo wasn’t dead, yay!
“Should I be happy about that? Hmm who knows!”
He slowly picked up Evbo, surprised at how cold and clammy he was. Something was wrong wrong. Before every passing touch he had had with the noob had been warm...
…why was he thinking about that
He hopped over to his couch, with a bit of struggle, lying Evbo down on it.
Once Evbo seemed settled, he put his hand to his forehead.
“Dear god!” Seawatt pulled his hand back “Your head is as hot as lava!” He yelped.
Evbo let out a little groan, a sign of life.
“Evbo! Dude! You okay?”
“Hmmmgn” was all that met him in response.
He must be sick, all that venturing in new territory and being stripped of his godly immunities must’ve messed with him. However that works.
He may not have had much, but surely there was an ice block laying around somewhere.
“Aha!” One was in his inventory just waiting for a battle. Or, in this case, a sick rival.
He took off Evbo’s headband, holding the ice up to his head. Watching as his brows relaxed a thought hit him.
Evbo was nice to look at.
…
That thought was immediately locked in a trapped chest behind 20 piston doors.
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EVBO POV
It felt like a fog wrapped around him as he attempted to open his eyes.
The only thing that he could focus on was the calming cold skin being pressed into his forehead.
His body was shivering, but the cold on his head was nice. If only he could have warm in other parts.
“Cooold” he whined
“Your head?” His caretaker responded, pulling away the cold on his forehead.
He reached out to grab it back, hand lying on Seawatts wrist.
“No. Body cold, head nice.”
His mind, wrapped in fog, missed the way Seawatt was flustered.
“Okay.” His caretaker, which he now was slowly coming to realize was Seawatt, responded.
The cold was applied back to his head, but the rest of his body remained uncomfortable.
He reached out towards Seawatt, making grabby hands.
“Warmth.”
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Seawatt pov
Grabby hands?! Seriously! If this stupid baby thought grabby hands were ever going to get him anywhere in life he was wro-
“Pleeaaase”
Kill em with kindness.
“What do you need?” Seawatt asked condescendingly.
“Warm.” Evbo responded.
“We don’t have “warm””, he shot back.
“You’re warm.” Evbo stated plainly.
“Yeah I am warm.”
“Come here”
… what
“You have to be out of your mind!” Seawatt protested.
Evbo, slowly, sat up on the couch.
“Sit.” Evbo ordered.
So he did, he sat at the other end of the couch, muttering curses under his breath.
And then Evbo’s head hit his lap and he gave another order, “cold!”
He blinked for a second, still processing the head now in his lap.
…
Okay then!
He reapplied the ice to Evbo’s forehead.
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EVBO POV
Yes… yes this was good this was nice.
But it could be better.
“More warm.”
“What??? How? Dude I did what you asked.” Seawatt questioned.
How could he get more warmth, the clogs turned in his sickness riddled brain. Surely there was a way.
“Hand. Here.” He pointed to his chest.
There was hesitation, as if Seawatt was contemplating something. Then he felt his warm hands and his worries melted away.
“Thanks.”
“Your welcome Evbo.”
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Seawatt pov
He was going to 360 parkour himself into the abyss. This was it for him.
Evbo fell back asleep, laying on him, being held by him.
And he wasn’t even mad. That was by far the worst part.
Seawatt felt like a little kid hitting a 3 block jump for the first time. He felt like he’d been hit with a potion.
He felt giddy .
His rival, no, his ENEMY, was lying in his lap sick and weak and he was smiling like a noob.
Maybe he was in for more than he signed up for…