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Flame woke up in the middle of the night to get water.
That's it.
So what was the reason for him to hear his name whispered to him in his ear as he got it.
Flame screamed, jumping back and fumbling for the light switch in the middle of the dark.
flick.
The purple demon burst out into laughter, holding his stomach as he cackled. "BRO!" Flame shouted, Clutching his glass so hard he swore it cracked a bit. "HAH! You should've seen your face!" Wemmbu shouted, wiping a tear from his eye as he jumped down from the ceiling. "WHY are you on the ceiling." He demanded, glaring daggers into the purple demon, who looked at him as if he'd done no wrong.
"I was bored! You'll be alright," He chuckled, shorter this time, and muttered something about how his stomach was hurting because of him laughing so much. "You gave me a heart attack, bro! like, bro—I was gonna haunt you in your dreams!" And Wemmbu couldn't help but scoff, playfully throwing his hands up.
"The immortal sleep paralysis demon," He muttered jokingly. Flame threw a nearby plastic duck, that was most likely spokes, straight at his head. Wemmbu flopped dramatically onto the couch. "Why are you even up" He asked, a smile still spread across his face.
"I just came to get some water, bro. Why are YOU up?" He retorted. "Couldn't sleep, honestly. You SNORE too much." Flame gasped punching him in the arm. "Owww, what? You do!"
They started at each other for a beat in silence so quiet they could hear their own heartbeat.
Then, they both ended up cackling. Right up until spoke poked his head out the room and told them both to shut up.
Then they finally went back to bed.
Flames corrupted the battlefield as flame and wemmbu threw their swords at each other in unison, with Wemmbu pulling a stab shot at the side of him. "Bro, give up," Flame growled, grinding his sword against his. "And why would I? so you can run off with Egg's stasis' and think I'd be fine with the risk of my friend dying to some stupid spider dude I live under?" Wemmbu snapped back, pushing Flame back with his sword.
For a while, the sound of maces slamming against the armor or the floor, orbitals going off, and swords clashing against each other with the exception of arguement from both sides went on for a while.
Then it just…
Stopped.
Flame was the first, which was probably weird of him, but Wemmbu couldn't find a reason to care. They both panted heavily, trying to catch their breath as they stood frozen, staring at each other. Wemmbu caught something softening in Flames eyes.
The tiger hybrid advanced slowly, making small, calculated steps as he moved towards the demon as his tail slowly stopped wagging aggressively and more calmer. "What– Why-" Wemmbu sputtered and tried to find the words, but couldn't.
It wasn't long before Flame was in front of him, doing nothing for a heartbeat before unexpectedly wrapping his arms around Wemmbu in a hug. "Get off of me," He spat, but never really did anything to push him off.
"We're brothers, bro."
"I know."
"..."
"I'm tired."
"I know."