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Egg woke up outside.
As soon as he just barely cracked his eye open, he noticed that—hey, not only is he outside, but also on Wemmbu's shoulder.
"wem...?" Egg croaks out. In all honesty, the person carrying could very well not be his best friend. All he can see is the back of netherite armor and grass.
"What-? Oh, Egg, you're up" He says it like a question and a statement. Egg silently sighed of relief. Hearing his best friend's voice let him relax.
"uh, yea.. Hey, bro? Mind telling me what the fuck you're doing?" Egg really doesn't know why he's surprised at this. I mean, he's a seraphim whose day one is a demon prince. Not to mention how Wemmbu is also a war criminal.
"Yeah, uh- basically, we're-"
"You're" Egg corrected. "What you're doing, not me bro"
Egg can't even see Wemmbu's face right now but he knows fully well that Wemmbu is rolling his eyes.
"What we're doing, is a walk back home" Wemmbu explains.
Oh. Yeah, that's actually not that ba- wait hold on, back home? Last time he checked, Wemmbu and Egg were at home, before Egg fell asleep at least.
"Wait, bro, what do you mean back home?" Egg questions. He pats Wemmbu's back to signal he wants to be put down.
Wemmbu stops and lowers Egg down on the grass. "I mean like, walking back home dawg? Lock in bro." Wemmbu jokes.
"No, I mean- when I fell asleep, we were at home." Egg argues while sitting down on the grass.
If he had to guess, he'd say it's around 6 am. Its still pretty dark out, but you can see the sun starting to rise.
Looking up at Wemmbu's purple hair flowing in the wind, void eyes, and the same smirk warms something inside Egg.
But he won't admit that.
"Yeah, so about that." Wemmbu pulls out his mace and rests on it. "We- uh-"
"You"
"Same difference. Anyways, we lowkey got jumped at our house after you fell asleep." Wemmbu explained.
Eggchan morphed his head into his human-like face and raised an eyebrow.
"Shut up." Wemmbu shot, then continued talking. "And because you were asleep and I didn't wanna wake you, I ran."
Egg sighed. "Yeah, okay bro. Who were the people attacking yo-?"
"Us"
Egg shot daggers at the other. Wemmbu snickerd.
"They were some broke ahh people who just wanted some loot" Wemmbu shrugged as Egg nodded.
"Welp, we should probably get moving now." Egg stood up and punched Wemmbu on his arm.
"Ow— dude, what th-"
"Carry me."
"What?"
"Carry me."
Wemmbu was about to decline and punch Egg back, but he just— couldn't.
You see, whenever Egg wears his human-like face, Wemmbu can read his emotions so well. And seeing a sleepy, exhausted Egg made it impossible to not wanna do whatever he says.
Wemmbu sighed and crouched down so Egg could get on his back while yawning. Cute.
About halfway to his and Egg's sad excuse for a home, Egg spoke up.
"Do you ever get tired of the chaos?" Egg asked in a quiet voice. Wemmbu wouldn't have heard him if he wasn't already listening intently to Egg's breathing and heartbeat.
Wemmbu went silent for a bit.
"Uh- I mean like, sometimes. Its not exactly fun coming home with wounds everyday" Wemmbu tries to joke but it's just not the same.
Eggchan hummed.
"Like, the thrill of the fights and bickering is really funny but it does lowkey suck being on the run all the time." Wemmbu shrugs.
"What if we..ran away? Where like, no one would be?" Egg mumbled. Wemmbu felt Egg's wings curling in on him.
'He must be nervous' Wemmbu thinks.
"Dude, Unstable is like, overrun with players. Everywhere." Wemmbu noted.
"I know, but— nevermind." Egg faltered.
Wemmbu internally punched himself.
He decided to continue the conversation later when they got home.
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Twisting the doorknob, Wemmbu walked inside and closed the door. It was 7 am and Wemmbu already walked a good 200 and potentially more blocks.
He groaned as he walked into his and Egg's room and gently placed Egg down on his mattress. Egg shuffled around on the bed while quietly mumbling to himself before drifting back asleep in silence.
Except for a few snores.
Wemmbu took of his armor and collapsed, quietly, so he wouldn't wake Egg, and pulled the covers over him.
People sometimes asked why their beds were always next to each other. Most times, both Egg and Wemmbu either just ignored it or switch the topic.
Which, in sense, is the same thing.
But what they wouldn't say, is the actual reason.
Wemmbu always felt protective over Egg. I mean, the guy isn't exactly the best at combat, and giving surprisingly good speeches can't get him through everything. So, Wemmbu did the obvious.
Kill anyone and everyone who even tries to lay a finger on Egg.
But, he can't do that if he's literally unconscious. Wemmbu never liked being vulnerable. He liked power and knowing that most people couldn't defeat him, let alone kill.
Sleeping next to Egg meant that if anyone would try to hurt either Egg or him, he'd know. And it's easier to protect someone when you guys are literally sharing beds.
Wemmbu continued to stare at the ceiling while Egg turned in Wemmbu's direction. Still snoring, of course.
Wemmbu glanced at Egg. He hated it whenever Egg used his human face. Hated it.
Egg is used to people not seeing his reactions, so him having a poker-face is next to impossible. But because of this, whenever he's using his human face, anyone can tell what he's thinking.
And it sucks.
Because Wemmbu can see right through Egg, whether he's using his real face or human one.
But seeing it? Seeing the emotional rollercoaster Egg goes through? It hurts. Aches, even.
Seeing Egg so at peace whenever he's knocked out cold warms Wemmbu's heart.
But he won't admit that.
Wemmbu tries falling asleep but he just can't. He's always had sleeping problems. Minute said he might have insomnia, but Wemmbu just shrugged it off.
He wonders of it's because of the all fights and built up paranoia, or something else.
While overthinking, he feels a warm hand reach up to his own.
Egg's.
His eyes widen, but he stays perfectly still, scared to frighten the warm hand away.
Wemmbu was never a physical touch person. It correlates to the whole 'i don't like being vulnerable' thing. He'll allow carrying people, because it's usually when the person is injured.
But with Egg? Oh, he'd do anything.
Egg isn't just some floating eye he found. He's a seraphim. He's his beat friend and his anchor.
There's been multiple instances where all Wemmbu wanted to do was run up to Egg and hug him. But he just doesn't know how.
Egg and him have been friends for a while. And not once have they hugged. He just doesn't know how to start it.
They've held hands a couple times but that was only when either one of them was injured and it needed to be inspected. And even then, the physical contact was only held for a good 30 seconds. 1:30 if you're lucky.
So this? A sleeping Egg peacefully resting his hand atop of Wemmbu's?
It was heaven.
With their hands on top of each other's, Wemmbu slowly, but surely started to drift asleep.
He hoped their hands would interlock when he woke up.