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The sound of swords clashing was a hard contrast to the slow whistle of the wind. Msak ducked behind an oak tree, carefully watching as Ze and Regect fought off a multitude of mobs, deflecting arrows and slicing the undead creatures in half, efficiently dissipating the crowd of violent mobs.
“What are you up to now?”
A silky smooth voice broadcasted below to where Msak was standing, he looked up to see Ptolemy. His many legs and lengthy body intertwined between the branches of the oak tree above, his slick, dark fur with white speckles made him seem like a galactic tear in reality from above.
“Oh, uhh.. Nothing much, I was about to ask Ze and Regect to loan some supplies for a new build I’m making, but it looks like they’re preoccupied, so I was just gonna wait until they were finished. But enough about me, how about you?”
Msak leaned on the oak tree and smirked up at Ptolemy, trying to seem nonchalant and cool.
“I have nothing particularly notable to speak on.”
The entity clicked their mandibles together slightly in a fidgety, almost nervous manner.
”Wellll… Do you think that if you’re free today me and you could hang out?”
He smiled widely and charmingly at Ptolemy, despite his confident demeanor being given away from his tail nervously wrapping around his own leg. Ptolemy narrowed his eyes at Msak, before hanging his torso to meet him at eye level.
”Weren’t you going to ask those two for supplies?”
“Oh shoot! You’re right, thanks for reminding me Ptols.”
Msak poked his head out from behind the oak tree to check on Ze and Regects progress with the mobs.
”But hey, after this would you like to-“
His words were cut short as an arrow flew pat his face, almost grazing him. He almost instantaneously fell limp to the ground, limbs folded into a death curl with his mouth opened dramatically. Ptolemy let out a shocked gasp (or hiss? It’s the same sound that Madagascar hissing cockroaches make) before trying to drag Msak to safety. Ptolemy dropped to the floor with a thud, trying to shake Msak awake.
”Msak?! MSAK! MASON!”
“DUDE! Chill. What are you crying about now?”
Regect approached Ptolemy cautiously as Ptolemy picked up Msak by his armpits and waved his limp body around worriedly.
“LOOK AT THIS! Do you think he had a heart attack?!”
“Relax man, that’s normal, isn’t he like- a possum or something?”
Ze interjected, an attempt to try and comfort Ptolemy.
”…He’s a marsupial, yes.”
ok I give up let me just explain what happens, Ze and regect explain to Ptolemy that they’ve seen this happen before and than their explanation devolves into an argument and they leave Ptolemy behind to carry home msak and ptolemy places msak on his couch and waits for him to wake up and admires him a little and than scene cuts to msak snapping out of his catatonic state to find one of his favorite pastry’s baked next to a coffee table and than it ends yaaayyy I was going to make a Regect angst fic but I like opossum msak and ICE is coming to my area I’m going to shoot myself
- IM SORRY I GOT WRITERS BLOCK AND I WANT TO WORK ON A DIFFERENT FIC