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TYPING QUIRKS:
"=a goohd exshample of Zombie's thyping quick would be liksche thishc." (speaking with a lisp)
"A GOOD EXAMPLE OF SKULLY'S TYPING QUIRK WOULD BE THIS."
"~a good example of Enderman's typing quirk would be this...~"
"(a good example of Creeper's typing quirk would be this.)"
n steve just talks normally ig
ok enough start here
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"Huff, man, this shit's difficult as hell."
Steve lazily looks at the load of ores scattered around, some of them having scratch marks over slightly grazing on the rocky surface beneath. The stuff consisted of haphazardly mined coal and a pathetic amount of iron laying around. Steve facepalmed and that same hand aggressively scratched the back of his head(which was sweaty as fuck) to get something, an idea of how he is going to organise all this. This gon' take a while...
"Augghhhh.... whatever.."
He was wondering with last bits of hope until one of the coals conventionally decided to collapse onto one another and break into tiny pieces as if it had sentience just to make Steve mad, causing Steve to literally whine out of despair and buckle his head upwards to the sky as if the bastard was in a movie scene. Even doing a fist with his hand, for extra measure. That tomfoolery ended with a sheep mee'ing at him who was watching him perform his nonsense from far away after chewing a fresh batch of grass which made Steve think he probably looks stupid doing that. Steve sighed and eventually accepted his fate after contemplating his life choices.
He wiped off the sweat that accumulated on his forehead by doing absolutely nothing but be butthurt, then cautiously reached out to the piled up crystals..............
Hmm...
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Snickers...
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Pat pat pat pat...
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-CLASH!!!-
"GAaAAh!1??!!11" With a sudden outburst of adrenaline formed from the primal fear of a mob bumping into him -which was probably(???) what happened...- he squaled momentarily before equipping his stone sword in a flash and immedeately orientating it towards the..thing that bumped into him. H-h-he was almost knocked over!
"W-who is that!!!!" He yelled, his voice practically trembling for no reason at all since every mob in this weak ass cave sucked sweaty balls at catching people off guard. Then his eyes caught a glimpse of the person on the ground that seemed a bit out of it from the impact THEY've caused, mind you.
"Whu?..."
An eyebrow from Steve raised in suspicion, he slowly lowered his blade until he saw... Creeper?
"(maaann... you really didn't have to knock me over..)"
Creeper said, tryna keep his cool as if he wasn't the one trying to spoop Steve, but miserably failed to do so.
The moment Steve saw Creeper, sitting on the ground(his butt hit the ground too hard xd) and rubbing one of his knees with a somewhat pained expression. Also, having the scrunched up face on them.
Steve was frozen for a few seconds before scoffing and immediately putting his hands on his waist with a motherly expression that explicitly gave the warning that Creeper is indeed going to get scolded for acting so reckless. Making Creeper who was looking at him to be spooked even further.
Before letting Steve talk, he started blabbling reasons to sway out of Steve's angry gaze directly facing him. Flapping her arms out of panic.
"(okay okay!!! i'm sorry, okay!!.. it was my fault. now shuddup, i don't wanna listen to you yapping..)"
Creeper's sentence started out quite sudden and ended with a sense of snarkiness that Creeper heightened the sensation of by doing that signature pouting mouth. Everything to escape that yapping sesh, pls...
Steve's stance deflated as the ultimate maternal power he was abutta pose was failed by the one and only.... CREEPER, of course. He slouched after hearing Creeper's remarks about him being too "yappity yap", whatever the hell it meant, and looked like as if a real splat audio of disappointment played from the back as he glared at Creeper.
"Yapping? Dude, i'm going to kill you(show you love and affection)."
Creeper loosely pulled themself upwards and tilted their head at Steve, a natural, surprised expression this time. Though, after processing his words, a smirk appeared so unholy that it made Steve uncomfortably shuffle in his posture, as he was staring at him with arms crossed, all bossy. Not too long after, a "pssttt......" sound could be heard by Steve, and it made him batshit CRAZY!!! Enough for him to drop the attitude and equip a pose that seemed to want to protect himself from Creeper's explosion at all costs. But for Creeper.... Creeper had succeeded her mission at scaring Steve!
"Waah??!.. Wait, what?" Steve's expectant look on his face disappeareed into a merely shaken one as he slowly got back to his previous pose. Understanding that Creeper was just playing around, he made a big, silent groan and scratched his cheek, which was slightly red from embarrassment, and also the fact that his dumbass self-defense state would NOT help him survive against Creepers explosion as he was not a meter away from Creeper if he really exploded.
Would Creeper miss the chance at laughing at Steve's dejected face? No, of course! He seemed pleased enough.
"(pppftt... l.o.l.! ye really are that big of a baby...)"
"Yeah, yeah, whuteva. Just help me with this.."
Steve tossed a few ores that he had grabbed from the ground while Creeper was poking fun at him to not seem uncool and grabbed a few for himself after as well before walking past Creeper towards the exit of the cave. Creeper could hold a few thanks to the arms down his body and lastly caught up to Steve. The echoey chitter chatter's could be heard down from 'ere as they walked away.
"(you're a scaredy cat, how are you going to fight de dragon thing like that?)"
"Sigh, IDK. But i just started, be easy on me, you prick!"
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Meanwhile in the cave they just left:
Skelly - "GAYS..."
Zombie - "=Wut?...(mouth full of popcorn)="
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