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Judelow is so, so fucked.
It's not even, like, concealed or barely obvious or anything else that'll soften the blow to his pride— it's so ... Disgustingly laid bare to the entire server.
He's in love with his stupid, pretty-boy ex-teammate who betrayed him and everyone within a ten mile radius could tell. Well, everyone except players whose names start with "S" and ends with "harpness Conexion" apparently.
And maybe it'll be fine, some stupid sentimental crush that'll pass and he'll go back to being the most feared player on the Strength SMP and restore his glory with his awesome, amazing teammate ParkerGameBrain and—
"Juuuudee," that stupid voice yells.
Speak of the fucking devil.
" What. What do you want, sharp. "
Oookay he'll admit that, maybe, just maybe, he's in a bit of a mood but it's extremely reasonable as his EX-teammate — WHO BETRAYED HIM, mind you, USING HIS TRAP— seems to brush off the whole betrayal thing as if it's some minor inconvenience, a small bruise, and not the nail in the coffin that sealed their history behind?!
He's kneeling on the ground, finishing up his waypoints and final touches for his new trap, so Jude wasn't really focusing on the elephant in the room at that moment.
(He's trying really, really hard not to but Sharp's eyes seem to cut through his defenses a tad bit too easily. It's such a bother.)
Sharpness, for some reason unbeknownst to him, thinks that means he's open to the all encompassing comfort of a stab to the back.
Of course.
Jude yelps, immediately turning to That Idiot, ready to genuinely slime him or lead him to another trap that he hadn't shown him during their time together and rob him blind.
(He was going to show all of his traps, after the test, really. No trump card, no hidden agenda if Sharp passed the test and truly earned his trust. If he could be someone Jude depended and trusted his back to, he was going to tell him about all of it and then some. Teaching isn't his forte but he'd wanted to... Well.)
Instead of the sight of Sharpness looming over him with his enchanted netherite sword pointed straight to his heart, the vision that lay before his eyes is..
?????????????????????
Flowers cover his peripherals —purple hyacinths and red roses. Does he know flower language or is this pure coincidence? — and Sharp peeks over them to whisper, softly, " will you be my Valentines? "
What.
His bunny ears start ringing, twitching every second or so, and he's not sure he heard that right. Because there's no way, absolutely no way that—
" WHY did you stab me in the back?! "
" Will you be my Valentine's? "
" But why did— why'd- you- there is no way. You are not real, bro. "
" Hey! If you're rejecting me at least tell it to me straight—"
" There is nothing straight about any of this? Ack! —"
Sharp immediately delivers a clean uppercut to his solar plexus, cutting off his Reasonable and Very True rebuttal. Good thing it wasn't with a sword this time.
"Jude, will you be my Valentine's? "
Judelow, unable to formulate an answer while nursing his upper abdomen and having his brain shortcircuit due to the abrupt question topic, raises a shaky hand to hopefully fend off any more of Sharp's intentions. So they stay at a standstill, Jude hunched over a bit while Sharp remained calm and steady, with his hands holding onto the flowers and blush creeping in and coloring his ears and— WHOA WAIT WAIT WHAT!!!!!