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Another short came up on Green's phone as he mindlessly swiped. It was nothing special - just an over-the-top phonk basketball edit that he'd watched so many times before.
The problem is, a man as chronically online as him do have his limits.
He threw his phone off to the side, the now-warm phone plopping onto the mattress unceremoniously, before he stretched and wandered around his room.
Green contemplated what to do, as he moved to his desk and booted the laptop up. He scrolled through his socials, only giving a brief look at the notifications, before he found the cursor hovering over the "Upload" button on Youtube. He pondered for a moment, feeling a spike of adrenaline momentarily flashing his muscles as he quickly arranged the microphone, the lighting, and hit the record button when he realized the bitter truth.
He didn't know what to record.
How utterly awkward.
Green racked his brain for an idea to post a video about. Come on, man, even just a single short of you performing a sick guitar riff would made the fans go nuts.
And he tried, pulling out his badass red electric guitar, though the attempt fell flat on its face after a few strums.
His feet kicked against the chair, defeated, before the dude decided to go out and touch some grass. As he paced around the PC, he spotted Blue and lazily waved to him, before his eyebrows nearly kissed each other.
Blue was squatting on the ground, his hair up in a messy bun. And he was tenderly planting an absolute monstrosity of a plant - carrot, wheat, apple, along with the indispensable ingredient - Netherwarts, all mushed together. The resulting tree was bendy, twisted and full of galls, with Netherwarts just randomly sprouting on its trunk.
Green just stared at Blue's blasphemous defiance of nature for a good while before backing away. Even though that guy is a wonderful listener to all of his turmoils and (somewhat) willing to put up with his bullshit, Blue's still definitely a guy with many screws loose.
As he wandered back into the floors, he walked past TSC's room. He took a quick gaze in. Sure enough, the hollowhead was again sound asleep, sprawled on his bed.
What a pity. Despite him being aroace, he gave brilliant advice on romance without the additional judging and overly detailed analyses from Yellow. Too bad he's also an avid fan of snoozes. And he's never himself in the first 30 minutes of the day. He's just like Yellow, only way less obsessed with coding.
Wait, romance?
He just had an EXCELLENT idea.
Quickly, he dashed back into the house, careful enough to kick the door shut behind him, earning a grunt from Second as the hollowhead rolled over in his bed, away from the sound.
He slipped out of his lame grubby shirt and slapped on a black sleeveless hoodie, before hurrying over to the mirror, admiring himself. He didn't bother much with his hair, only running his fingers through the messy mane so it'd look less like a total bedhead.
Green bolted out of the window, too lazy to run down the flight of stairs and out the door again. The commotion managed to drew Red's attention, momentarily drawing him away from tending to his animals. He called out from the top of the house:
"Hey, hey! Who's that? Is that you, Green? Where are you going?"
Hearing Red's loud calls, Green only sped up, sprinting away as he heard the faint rumbling of sneakers down from the top of the building. He managed to dive into Minecraft the moment the cat-eared stick reached the front door.
Red looked around, baffled at the silent landscape. He tried to sniff out who was last there, but failed. Green's scent had dissolved too much for Red to identify. He yowled before turning on his heels, disappointed that he had to go back up the flight of stairs the normal way. One cannot simply ragdoll their way upstairs, despite Red's numerous valiant attempts to prove otherwise.
Meanwhile, Green continued running, his sneakers batting against the ground. He ran through the terrains, until the familiar woods emerge before his eyes.
He reached his destinatio--- OW.
His velocity reached too high and he slammed right into the trunk of the treehouse.
The stick figure staggered backwards, an exploding pain racked his head. He was sure he'd broken his nose, but a quick wipe showing nothing rejected his suspicions. Just the awful sensation of a headache, the type that would lend him a few swirling stars above his head had he been a Looney Tunes character.
Thank cursors his boyfriend is not going to see him sweaty and bloody. It would have been so much worse otherwise.
In response to the noise, footsteps were heard above, and the door opened. Green momentarily looked up, as he saw a flash of purple hair.
Purple descended, his soft hair spilling over his shoulders. He must have taken a siesta, judging by the sleepy disposition and obviously the loose blouse on him. Purple otherwise would never go out without a proper outfit. At the very simplest, he'd still have a thick waistcoat over neatly tucked shirt.
The sight of his boyfriend being so casual made Green speechless. For a brief moment he nearly screeched like a high school girl in a shojo anime.
Purple, on the other hand, merely ruffled his hair before smiling.
"Hey, Green... Sorry for the delay. I took a nap."
"Nononononono, it's fine, it's fine, I just arrived."
Green reacted almost on point, waving his free hand around. A blush had crept up on his face, to which the smaller stick definitely noticed. He laughed, his head falling backwards as his dumbass boyfriend stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the hems of his hoodie. His lips curled up into a grin before taking hold of Green's hand - his fair, small hands lying neatly in the latter's tanned, rough ones - before pulling him upstairs.
"You've been running, haven't you? You poor thing, have a cup of tea."
The older stick scurried into the kitchen and later came back out with two steaming cups of Earl Grey. He nudged the tea towards Green, while claiming the other one. Green simply sat there, admiring how his boyfriend took careful sips of the tea. He'd always opt for Coke. It always had to be that thing. He didn't get how Red can stomach so much sugary energy drinks. The one time he drank it, he ended up being jittery all day.
That's when Green noticed a single strand of Purple's hair threatening to fall into his cup. Like a flash, his hand bolted forward to brush the hair away. Purple squeaked at the sudden development, before waving his hand.
"Ah, I'm so sorry, I forgot to tie up my hair..."
He gave a quick bow of apology before reaching his hand up, only for Green to grab his wrist again.
"Wait, Purple, I, uh, I want to try tying up your hair yourself."
His boyfriend only blinked at him, stunned, before his hand slid down and he meekly sat, letting Green fiddle with his hair.
Green quickly sat down behind Purple, admiring his hair. Pink streaks ran down his vast purple mane, and the hair itself reached all the way to his thighs. He twirled a strand in his fingers, contemplating which hairstyle he should try.
"Hmmm...what's on your mind, Purps? I'm trying to think of a good hairstyle for you."
There was silence before Purple answered:
"Let's just go with braids. You know how to tie them, right?"
"Uh, yeah. I've seen Blue did his hair like that, maybe I could try."
Green quickly divided his boyfriend's hair into three rough sections, the pink strands weaving through the purple, making such a pretty look. He rewinded his memory as he hastily did Purple's hair. Right cross, then left cross, then right cross, then left...
It took a little more than 30 minutes, mostly because he'd get a tiny bit distracted admiring Purple for too long and accidentally messed up the sections, which inevitably ended up in him frantically backtracking, much to Purple's amusement. By the time he was done, a full braid has formed. It had a few stray strands falling out and not exactly as tight as he wanted to, but by golly it's a decent braid.
Both of them shuffled off to the mirror, and Purple gazed longingly at his hair.
"You know, my mom used to have braids too. She'd sometimes braid mine, as well."
Green scratched his head, noticing the sudden melancholic expression on his lover's face.
"Sorry, did that...did that make you sad? We could always switch back to your old hair-"
His sentence was interrupted as he felt hands cupping his cheeks, and then warm butterfly wings landed on his mouth. He stayed there, stunned, before Purple pulled away, his lips glistening. He smiled at the younger stick.
"It's okay. I like braids too. It's a core memory of mine."
Green just stared so long it might burn a hole into Purple before he bursted into laughter.