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Seawatt took another sip from his glass. The Champion and the Parkour God had really outdone themselves.
He sighed, low and bitter. Why did they keep dragging him along to these things? Sure, he had tried to end the world once or twice, but that was months ago. Ancient history. Yet here he was, third-wheeling through their shining romance like an awkward accessory.
What made it worse? The constant couple-ness. The hand-holding, whispered nicknames, kisses they thought he didn’t see. It was enough to make him want to set something on fire.
A plan starts to form in his mind.
He waltzed over to Evbo, all innocently. “Hey there. How’s it going? Where’s your beloved Champion?”
Evbo raised an eyebrow. “Emf left. Said something urgent came up.”
Perfect.
Seawatt leaned in a little too close, voice dropping a shade smoother. “Well, lucky me, I get you all to myself, hmm?” Playing up his drunkenness.
Evbo blinked, confused. “Seawatt…what are you doing?”
Emf returned, stepping into the conversation with a sharp look. “Seawatt?”
Unfazed, he was still leaning into Evbo, now turning his attention to Emf. “You two are pretty frustrating, playing such a lovey-dovey couple in front of me.” he said, smiling lazily, “It kinda makes me wanna make out with both of you.”
Evbo and Emf share a glance. “Are you sure?”
“I wanna test that you two are really that sweet as you look.”
Then they grabbed him—one by the arm, one by the back of his collar—and dragged him off somewhere private.
The next thing Seawatt knew, he was waking up in their bed, tangled between two warm bodies. Emf’s arm draped over his waist. Evbo’s hand curled in his hair.
He groaned, gently prying himself free. “How annoying.” he muttered, face flushed.