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Verity waits by the bedroom door like an obedient cat for Mob. It’s been a few hours since Mob left to find more diamonds. A memory of Mob finding the first diamonds in this world drifts into verity’s mind. He giggles quietly as he remembers how mob just full on MOANED. (Do y’all remember this near the start of the vid 😭🙏)
He rolls around the bedroom before stumbling into another room. He hasn’t seen this one yet, and it’s furnished with a smaller fireplace and a cozy reading nook with a shelf filled with books and notepads and pens. Verity’s eyes widen in curiosity as he takes on a more humanoid form- arms and legs sprouting like how bone meal reacts to saplings.
He squeaks as he falls onto the floor, white gloved hands pushing himself up. Dressed in brown slacks and a yellow dress shirt, Verity shivered before loosening his tie with two of his fingers comfortably before stepping around. His polished boots clicked against the wood plank floor.
A small birch cabinet stands in the corner, decorated with a lantern hanging above and a few discarded papers. Verity steps closer, brushing his hand against the handle of the drawers. As he looks down at the drawer, his slight blondish brown hair falls over his shoulders as unease settles in his stomach.
Would Mob hate him for going through his private things? He pushed away the thought before it fully formed as he opened the drawer. With a shaky exhale, verity looks down and sees…
“A diary…?” He giggles. He didn’t know Mob had a diary! He picks it up tenderly with gentle hands and flips through it, pushing up his glasses to see what his beloved Mob wrote. He pauses at the next page, titled “Verity!!”
A slight flush creeps up Verity’s neck and face as he becomes more invested in the personal thoughts of his love.
“Dear diary, today Verity helped me a lot! Which is really good. But I’m kinda lonely here, and it’s only me n verity in this world. I wanna make the most of him, but I’m kinda scared to ask…” verity’s eyes widened as he saw the next line.
“…would it be wrong to ask verity to hug and hold me? It’s sounds rlly stupid, but I’ve been a little sad these few days…”
Verity’s smile fades before returning wildly. He quickly shut the book and put it back in his drawer. HIS Mob wants HIS affection!?!? The thought made Verity jump up and down slightly in excitement. He ran out the secluded room, shutting the door and waiting eagerly for Mob on the couch.
An hour later, Mob returns, absolutely exhausted.
“MOB!” Verity exclaims, jumping to him, wrapping his arms around mobs torso. Mob flinched hard as he looked…up?
“Wha- VERITY??”
“Mhm!”
“How come you look like…” he gestured with his hands. “Like this?”
Verity’s face falls.
“Do you…not like it?”
Mob panics, seeing verity upset.
“No no no! It’s just, new, is all…” Mob looks up at verity’s face. His glasses and his sharp, watchful eyes staring at him fondly. Mob sighs and groans before flopping down in the couch.
Verity looks at mob curiously before sitting next to him, pushing off his own shoes and removing his gloves, setting them on the coffee table. Without warning, verity takes Mob by the waist and hauls him onto his lap. Mob jumps until he feels verity lower his hood, running his fingers through his shiny black hair.
“Oh…” Mob mumbles thoughtfully as he nestles closer, resting his head against verity’s chest. Verity’s smile widens. He puts his arms around mob and his eyes flutter closed. Breathing mob in and out. Mob traces the outline of verity’s arms and neck. Verity jerks away, eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“Sorry…” mob mumbles, nuzzling closer. Verity hums before Mob’s fingers run through his hair. Verity feels his eyes growing heavier every second before falling asleep with Mob in his embrace.
As verity sleeps, mob shifts slightly so he sleeps next to him. Verity startles awake as mob moves away, squeaking again before Mob pushes verity’s head into his lap, letting verity lie down with him looking up at mob. Verity sighs before intertwining hands with mob in his sleep. Mob looks down at verity fondly.
Mob traces the outline of verity’s jaw before rubbing his thumb against verity’s cheek, mob starts to feel drowsy as he leans back on the couch. Mob’s hand lies on verity’s chest while the other is tangled in verity’s hair. He falls asleep within minutes.
THE END!