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“Technooooooo” Skeppy wailed as soon as the call chimed, signaling Techno had joined.
Techno groaned quietly, his face in his hands, before saying in a slightly more inviting tone (at least, as inviting as he could be at 2:27 am) “talk to me.”
Skeppy went on and on, yet again about Bad. He had just finished a recording session and couldn’t stop talking about how cute Bad was and how sweet he was being and and and.
Goddammit.
“-Techno he’s just so cute-“
“-so pretty-“
“-he’s so patient with me-“
“-I wish he liked me back-“
“-i can’t believe i like a straight boy-“
When Skeppy paused for breath, Techno asked, “ya done yet?”
“No…” Skeppy paused for a second.
“Technoooo…”
Here we go.
“I love him so much… why did i have to do this to myself..?”
Techno heard his voice quiver a little.
Oh lord have mercy.
“Skeppy why don’t you get some sleep.”
“Techno, please. I don’t know what to do” He heard a quiet sob from the other end of the call.
“Are you crying right now?”
“NO.” More sobs betrayed that sentiment. He sighed.
“Listen, Skeppy. He’s your best friend, why don’tcha just… tell… him..?”
“IT’S NOT THAT EASY, TECHNOBLADE-“
Techno wanted to say something snarky like ‘I’ve been dealin with your bullshit for years now’ but that might make Skeppy even worse, so he kept it sweet(er).
“You’re suffering a ton because of this, Skeppy. Just tell Bad how you feel. He can’t possibly be that mad at you for it. If i were him i’d take it as a massive compliment, even if i didn’t feel the same.”
Silence.
“Come on, the worst he’ll do is friendzone you, but you’ll at least have closure, right? You’ll have a concrete answer.”
“… I’ll think about it.”
Then Techno’s phone buzzed. He looked at the name and sighed.
Fucking hell.