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“At least I didn’t kidnap you and keep you tied up over the void for days.” EMF states bitterly.
“At least I didn’t lose a parkour battle to a pro.” Seawatt retorts.
“That’s completely not the same, it was Evbo !” EMF stands, heated.
Seawatt crosses his arms and blows a raspberry at the voidling, “Doesn’t matter, you still suck.”
“ You suck, you two-faced asshole!” EMF jabs a finger at the fighter menacingly.
“Ohh, so we’re resorting to name-calling now, huh?!” Said fighter accuses, “Well you’re a-”
“Fellas, please, please. As hot as it is to watch the two most attractive men I know verbally battle to the death, I’ve got some godly business to attend to, and I won’t be here to stop you from killing each other.” Evbo stands from his place next to Seawatt and makes his way to the entryway, “Be nice while I’m gone.”
The two wait until he is thoroughly out of earshot before speaking.
“I would die for him…” EMF says in unison with Seawatt uttering, “I would kill for him…” both with a dreamy look on their faces.
Their gazes shoot to each other. They are silent for a minute straight, staring into each other’s eyes.
Abruptly, their gazes become mutually hungry, and they leap to each other, locking lips and arms to one another before falling onto the couch. Hands meet hair, hands meet skin , it feels like they’ve died and gone to parkour heaven. Their tongues find each other, their teeth clink together in a way that would be so unsatisfying under any other circumstance—but mutually tied together, here on Evbo’s couch? It feels like the world could melt away and nothing would change, as long as it’s them, here, together.
They bite, they claw, they kiss one another with unmatched passion. It feels better than landing a four block jump—wait no, a four block candle jump! Seawatt can see stars, but maybe that’s just EMF’s captivating eyes. EMF feels weightless, but maybe that’s just from Seawatt picking him up and putting him on his lap. Maybe this is how it was meant to be for them, here in parkour civilization. Tangled together on a couch, mouth on mouth as hands slip under shirts and feel for whatever they can find. The only thing that could possibly make this better would be-
“What the parkour hell,” Speak of the devil. Evbo stands in the doorway, mouth agape in shock.
The two on the couch shove each other away, “UHH, NOTHING! SEAWATT SUCKS,” EMF declares as he wipes saliva from his mouth. There’s no telling who’s it is anymore.
“EXACTLY EMF’S THE WORST OKAY BYE I HAVE TO GO,” Seawatt also declares, before stomping out quickly with his robes still askew.
“YEAH ACTUALLY I HAVE DISHES TO FEED UH BYE SEE YOU LATER,” The voidling dashes out the door without so much as a glance back.
Evbo is left alone in his entryway with the image of what he just saw. “What… What the parkour hell… I thought they wanted each other dead.” He mutters in confusion, “Oh well, I guess this makes things easier for me.”