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”Your hands,”
Parrot quietly said, his fingers pulling back from Wifies hands after they started to walk. They were just coming back to their new house in the snow. It was hard to see, so Wifies wanted them to stick together just in case he would lose Parrot.
“They’re so… cold.”
He finally finishes his sentence. Wifies turns around, and raises an eyebrow with a scoff. Of course it sounded silly. It was currently in the negative degrees and they were both in the middle of a snow storm. How could his hands not be cold?
”Of course they’re going to be cold, Parrot. I gave you my gloves, AND we’re in a snow storm… Unless you’re still worried about me? I already told you to worry more about yourself.”
Wifies put a tinge of teasing underneath his voice. Parrot exhaled slowly, his eyes still focused on the hands that he had just held. They weren’t just cold- they were hard. Like metal. The last time he had held Wifies’ hands they weren’t cold and hard like metal. They were warm and soft. Like what a normal human’s hands would feel like. Unless Wifies was really that affected by the cold in this weather, hands shouldn’t feel that hard and cold in a winter storm…
The last time he had held Wifies’ hands was when they were escaping the Proton together, which was already a while ago.
”You already know that’s not what I mean, bro. Your hands feel like metal- and if your hands are that cold in this weather… Maybe you need the gloves more than me! I have pockets anyways, so I’ve been fine.”
Parrot insists to Wifies, already starting to take the gloves off. Wifies has a skeptical expression on his face now.
There were a few possibilities starting to run through his head. Either that Wifies actually had some condition that made him super sensitive to cold weather, or this so-called Wifies isn’t actually Wifies, and is a phony.
But really… That’s a stupid idea. It should be impossible to impersonate someone, especially when there can only be one holder for a username. Otherwise this person is using hacks, but Parrot could’ve sworn that hacks were pretty much impossible to use on the unstable smp.
Wifies looks at the gloves for a few seconds after Parrot takes them off, before accepting them. Better to not look suspicious than let Parrot know about his own secrets. Though, he still felt wrong for being selfish and taking the gloves. After he put them on, he opted to grab Parrot’s arm so his hands could still stay in his pockets as they walked.
Parrot found it strange how protective Wifies was to him. It should make sense though. After all, he had almost died saving (and failing) most of his friends. Wifies was one of the friends he had saved, when he got chunk banned.
He didn’t mind as much as he should though. His best friend simply just worried for his safety… and also comfort too, apparently. Parrot isn’t going to die from cold hands. And if he gets lost? He still has the coordinates to the house; he’ll eventually find it if he ever loses sight of Wifies.
But either way, it’s still nice to have a friend to travel with.
The door opens, and the heat from the house rushes into Parrot’s feathers. He ruffles them for a few seconds, before setting down his bag and sitting on the couch to recover from that long walk. Wifies stands there, watches in silence, then finally sits down next to him shortly after.
Parrot still thinks about his hands, so he carefully looks down to take a peek at them. He can feel Wifies’ gaze on his eyes, but he can’t help but grab them again to inspect his hands. He’s sure that he wouldn’t mind. Parrot holds his hands in a much more gentle grasp this time.
He squeezes the palm of his hand first. It’s still hard, but the… metal… isn’t as cold as it was before. Parrot furrows his eyes, but ultimately doesn’t say anything and keeps his mouth shut. Perhaps it’s fear of what’ll happen if he asks something, or says something like: ‘You’re not the real Wifies. Where is he?’ Or ‘What did you do with Wifies?’
That night, he lays in his bed alone, still thinking about Wifies. What could he be, if he really wasn’t the friend that he knew? A Robot? Clone? Shapeshifter???
He ends up putting the thought to the side in the end. He should have bigger problems to deal with anyways.
Maybe he can talk with Wifies about it after they defeat the mafia together. He has tons of time to ask, after all.