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1:
Before they had become lovers, the first time he had been left alone after he had properly recovered from seeing the King In Yellow, he was seated on the couch, trying to write down a recipe that had popped into his head and would not leave. Avery had left the house after making extremely sure that Derlord would know he was just one shout away. He had just gone outside to the garden, the only thing separating them being a measly glass door.
(“Listen, if you need anything, and I mean, ANY thing, I’ll be out in the garden okay?”
”Avery”
”You can just yell and I’ll-”
”Avery”
”Just come and find you-”
“Avery”
”Right- Well…you know where to find me”)
He appreciated the hybrid’s concern, after all, he probably wouldn’t have recovered all by his lonesome, but he was starting to be a little overbearing. Which was flattering, but also starting to get on his nerves.
His gauntlets hadn’t been fixed yet, so he had abandoned them on the small coffee table in front of the couch he was sitting on, promising himself he would fix them at a later date. It was a welcome change of pace from the excitement Avery brought every time he was in a room.
Not that he minded, of course, he welcomed the distraction, especially when his migraines flared so much they left him almost bed-bound (or, well, couch bound, since he did not have his own bed as of now). But, he did appreciate the occasional moment of quiet, like this one, where he could be lost in thought, when he could just let the infinite knowledge flow past like a river. He did not have anything pressing to think of (the recipe would come back to him if he only as much as glanced at what he had already written down) so he set down the book and folded his head wings over his helmet.
The world was quiet, allowing him a moment of reprieve.
…A little too quiet. He straightened again, straining his ears to try and pick up any sort of sound coming from Avery, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t hear anything.
Frowning, he got up, walking over to the open doors (did Avery leave them open when he had left?) and intending to walk outside on the porch, trying to catch sight of the slime.
His helmet hit the glass hard enough to rattle his skull and make an embarrassingly loud sound echo.
Well, if Avery was anywhere close he was bound to hear that. Derlord groaned in pain, stumbling back a few steps and holding his head. There goes his lack of migraines…At least he had his helmet.
The door opened and Avery stumbled inside, freezing in the threshold when he came face to chest with the avian.
“Uh” He, very eloquently, said, as Derlord held his head in pain. “Are you…okay?”
Derlord sort of wanted to punch him, but also, his head hurt and the previous migraines he had avoided had come back full force.
“No” He grunted instead, because he did NOT actually want to punch the slime.
“Come on” The hybrid coughed in a fist, probably swallowing back a laugh.
He takes it back, he does, in fact, want to punch the slime.
With a firm hand, the hybrid pulls the avian over to the couch.
“Should I get you…something?”
They had not yet found something to help with the migraines, but the sentiment was nice.
Something dripped down his upper lip.
“Towel” He sighed, leaning his head forward. “Please” Perfect timing to get a nosebleed. Perhaps it was from the utterly horrible pounding of his head, perhaps it was from slamming his head against the glass doors. Either way, the most wounded thing out of everything was his pride.
A few days later, Derlord came back from logging with a fuller inventory than he had left with, only to find the previous empty frames (aka glass doors, his greatest enemy), changed with plain wooden doors.
A part of him felt a little guilty for making the hybrid change his house to cater to the avian’s stupid hindbrain that couldn’t even see glass, but the bigger part was flattered by the care and thought behind such a gesture.
2:
Avery kept his things very organized.
Okay, that was a lie, but there was order in the disorder. If you’d ask him where you could find leather, he could easily tell you which chest it was. As it stands, he does not remember anything about this…rock? (he thinks it’s a rock anyway), that sat innocently on the windowsill.
It was a pretty rock, he could give it that, but it didn’t really explain why it was inside instead of outside. He does not remember bringing it in, and he doesn’t think Derlord would do such a thing.
Perhaps he had just forgotten about it? Yeah, that seemed…the most plausible explanation.
Except, after that first rock, he kept finding other random trinkets on the same windowsill. A glowberry (that either was changed regularly, or it just never went bad), a small bottle of glowstone dust, a glowing ink sack and several other things that glittered in the sun, or during the night.
He had asked Derlord about it after the fourth item mysteriously appeared, but he got only silence in return and yeah, that was a pretty silly question. Still, it did not explain the appearance of the items. Leaving them there seemed like the smartest thing to do, but then he had found a whole diamond sitting there and he honestly reconsidered everything. For goodness sake, there was an empty bottle there as well!
And yeah, it did glitter nicely in the setting sun, but why was it there.
“Okay” He started, while Derlord was sitting at the table, waiting for Avery to finish the coffee. “Why are there so many things here? More importantly, how did they get here? I do not remember putting them here”
There was a small shuffle of feathers.
“...no idea”
“I’m taking the diamond back” The slime announced.
Derlord made a small coo, but didn’t say anything.
Three days later, he stumbled into the kitchen at an ungodly hour, having been woken up by Steve’s insistent baa-ing right underneath his window. The clock showed 3AM. The house was quiet and he didn’t bother to light a candle nor the fireplace, letting the moon guide him.
His plan was simple: Get a glass of water, quietly, without waking up Derlord who was sleeping on the couch.
There was someone inside.
Years of Skywars training kept him quiet as he slinked closer, sleepiness thrown out of the window. A floorboard creaked underneath the person’s foot making feathers ruffle- Wait.
Feathers?
He stopped in the middle of the kitchen, squinting. Familiar black feathers ruffled again.
“Derlord?” He asked, rubbing a hand down his face. He was just about to suplex his very skittish house guest- That would’ve surely ended badly.
The avian in question jumped, his wings bristling as he turned around.
He was holding an intricate golden pin that glittered in the low light of the moon, his pupils so dilated he couldn’t even see the ring of yellow around them.
“That-” He started. Paused. “You’re the one who keeps putting stuff on the windowsill!”
Derlord cooed, his head wings ruffling as he fidgeted with the pin. Dismissing him as not a possible threat, the avian turned back around and placed the pin next to the other glittering stuff, trilling softly.
Huffing an amused breath, recognizing despite himself the way the avian seemed completely out of it, lost in his instincts, he went and got himself that cup of water. He then nudged the avian gently towards the couch.
“Come on Der” He tried coaxing, guiding him along. Thankfully, his companion didn’t put up a fight, cooing sleepily the closer they got to his temporary bed. From there it was easy to help Derlord to lay down then tuck him in.
Before he could head to bed, Avery had a very important thing he needed to do.
He had to replace the diamond he had taken from (apparently) Derlord’s…stash? Display window? He did not know what to call it, but he knew he had to fix his mistake. Obviously he wouldn’t have touched the diamond if he had known it was the avian who had put it there, but, in his defense, he had asked!
No matter. He had to fix it.
And so, the hybrid quietly creaked open one of the chests in the basement, taking a diamond from there and hoping that the avian didn’t need a specific diamond, because it was dark and he had not brought a torch downstairs. He expertly dodged the squeaky floorboards as he made his way back to the windowsill.
It was getting full. The small collection had grown large enough to barely be able to fit. He made a mental note of that and decided to deal with it in the morning. Now, though, he set down the diamond approximately where he remembered it was in the first place.
Pleased with a job well done, the slime went back to bed.
The following morning, Avery had a mission. He had to put a shelf somewhere for the avian to continue his collection. The window had gotten too crowded and he would be damned if he didn’t rectify that immediately. Perhaps he would cycle between items, but he did not want to take that chance. He hadn’t told the slime it was his doing in the first place and he feared that he would sacrifice his collection and keep getting rid of things despite still being attached.
So. He went outside while Derlord was in the forge and worked on chipping a shelf. It could go above the fireplace, tall enough to not be affected by the fire, but low enough for the avian to comfortably reach it.
His mind wandered as he worked on the repetitive task, thinking of all the trinkets Derlord had accumulated. All of them seemed to be shiny in some way shape or form, which…Hm.
An idea popped into his head as he finished the shelf. The day was still young, and Derlord was still in the forge…
Steve wandered over, giving the shelf a critical eye as he chewed on some grass.
“What do you think?” He asked him.
Steve baa-ed, looking up at him with his big eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right” Avery nodded, setting his hands on his hips. “You can keep an eye on it while I make the other thing, yeah?”
His companion gave him a look and went back to grazing on the grass.
That was all he was getting, so he whirled around and headed deeper into the forest. The slime had to be quick, before Derlord went searching for him to eat.
After a long day in the forge, Derlord walked back inside the house, tugging on the collar of his shirt. The avian’s head wings flared as he entered the kitchen. Something changed. He casually made his way over to his collection, eyes skimming over every item. Everything in place and- Oh.
The diamond Avery had taken was put back, in almost the exact same spot.
Oh.
His wings ruffled, a coo building in his throat that he had to swallow back, reaching to pick up the diamond and holding it in the sun. It sparkled prettily, making his head wings flap in delight as his eyes crinkled.
Flock.
Oh, wow, that was a thought, but after a brief pause he found that he didn’t really want to deny it. Avery had always been kind and patient and he had changed the glass doors when he really didn’t have to…His heart did a funny thing in his chest and he had to put down the diamond and physically make himself leave his collection alone.
Did they always have that shelf over the fireplace?
Tilting his head, he walked closer before pausing as he found a flower crown made out of golden dandelions.
That was…
Very pretty.
He wanted to put it in his collection, but he…couldn’t. It wasn’t his to take.
“Oh! Derlord, you’re back!”
The avian turned to find the slime coming downstairs, a big grin on his face.
“You already found it, huh? Nothing escapes your notice” He continued, walking over to his side.
Derlord paused, took a moment to try and make his brain remember how to think, then took another moment to make his tongue cooperate.
“What’s this?”
The slime placed his hands on his hips.
“It’s for you! So you can keep growing your collection” His smile turned a bit sheepish as he glanced at the golden dandelion crown. “Well, I didn’t know what you’d like and I felt bad for taking the diamond even though I didn’t know you were the one who put it there!” Nevermind the fact that Avery had asked and Derlord had just played it off instead of coming clean. “So, I made you this- Of course, you can throw it out if you don’t li-”
“I love it” the avian cooed, a small warble following his words as he stepped closer, picking the fragile thing and twisting it in his hands. It was beautiful and would fit right in with his collection and his flock was so kind and he took care of him and he went out of his way to accommodate for his shortcomings, he changed his doors for him, he built a new shelf for his collection, he-
Words were suddenly very hard.
He settled for trilling and chirping as his head wings flapped in excitement. Oh, he couldn’t wait to find more things to add.
Avery looked at his housemate, chest swelling with affection as the avian vocalized happily, staring at the lopsided golden dandelion crown in his hands like it was one of his greatest treasures.
Steve was right, this was the best course of action.
3:
Now, Derlord was smart. He was the man who had solved a double stacked cypher in seventeen minutes with just a pen and paper. He was smart, had been smart before being blasted with infinite knowledge, that was an undisputable fact.
That fact did not, actually, hold a candle to his instincts and the way they would sometimes take a hold of his body. For example; He mostly recognized his reflection, knew on some deeper level that the face staring back at him was his, even if his avian hindbrain insisted this was a stranger, a threat. In general, that did not really bother Derlord. He did not care about looking in the mirror in the first place, since his helmet covered everything anyway. If it was up to him, he wouldn’t even have mirrors in the first place, but Avery liked to mess with his form sometimes, trying out different hairstyles, and who was the avian to deny seeing the joy on his face.
It still sucked, when he was sleepy in the morning and he opened the door to their room, only to come face to face with what his hindbrain recognized as a threat.
On one particular occasion he unintentionally gave Avery a face full of feathers.
They had been about to move downstairs and enjoy their morning coffee, when Derlord had opened the door, thinking of heat and grams of coffee he would need to grind for two cups, Avery following sleepily behind. His first thought, as movement caught his vision, was: There is someone in the house.
The second was: He had to protect his lover.
He didn’t really bristle his wings on purpose, not when he knew distantly that the slime hybrid was behind, but he had panicked for a brief moment.
“Dermppgh?!” The slime sputtered, taking a few steps back. “What happened?” He asked, once his mouth was free of feathers.
The avian couldn’t respond much more than a grunt, head wings flaring in an attempt to make himself look bigger. He distantly felt the hybrid push past him before pausing. There were now two people in the house.
Today was a horrible, horrible day. He hadn’t even drunk his coffee yet.
“Der” Aver called, setting a hand on his arm. One of the guys in their house did the same. “It’s okay” He muttered, voice soft. “It’s a mirror. The same one we had since forever, in the same spot.”
What.
Derlord blinked, his wings drooping as he focused, recognizing the familiarities between the reflection and themselves. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he caught sight of the reflected matching necklaces that hung around the other person's necks. Their reflections.
Ugh.
He hated the way his first instinct was to panic whenever he saw mirrors.
After that little fiasco at 8AM in the morning on a random Saturday, Derlord discovered that the two mirrors they had (one in the hallway, and one in the downstairs bathroom), had both been covered with a deep burgundy fabric. His heart swelled at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.
4:
The first time it had happened, Avery was half paying attention to Steve and half paying attention to the cat that had wandered into their courtyard. The sheep was trying to nose the cat, its curiosity getting in the way of the hybrid petting the aforementioned calico kitten.
“Steve!” He scolded, trying to bodily push the animal aside as the cat watched with big, innocent eyes. “Ugh, silly sheep!”
And he hadn’t really meant to, but the way the slime had said it played in a loop in his head, the intonation and the indignant tone of his voice rattled in his skull like a dvd logo. He clicked his tongue.
“Silly sheep” He repeated, mimicking the tone to perfection. He clicked his tongue again, head wings flaring with relief now that he had gotten it out of his system.
“What the-”
The avian bristled, flinching in surprise as Avery suddenly appeared next to his side.
“Did you do that?” He blinked owlishly. Derlord blinked back at him, his feathers smoothing down.
“What?”
“You- You copied my voice!”
Ah. He had hoped the hybrid wouldn’t have heard that. His cheeks flushed as he turned his head away, covering the side of his face with his head wings.
“I do not know what you’re talking about”
“Oh my God, you DID!” The slime laughed, delighted. Now, don’t get him wrong, Derlord loved the sound of his lover’s laughter. That said, it didn’t make the urge to punt him any weaker.
After that, it seemed like a door opened wide, letting another side of Derlord shine through. One that copied sounds whenever they struck him as different or interesting. A very amusing week was the one when he would randomly just mimic the sounds of endermen. Thankfully, he also had a habit of clicking his tongue before copying a sound, which was the only thing that didn’t make him paranoid that a haunting of endermen had taken residence in their small home.
5:
Avery had just recently learned something new.
He had been outside, reinforcing the sheep’s pen, a jukebox playing a song that he had been humming along to, when a bird landed on the fence in front of him. Pausing in his work, he watched the bird fluff their feathers before they started bobbing in place, along to the music.
Was…was the bird dancing?
The little critter didn’t care much for the slime’s gaze, shuffling from side to side before starting to chirp along. Of course, his mind instantly jumped to his very much bird shaped partner. Would Derlord do the same if there was music?
He had to test it immediately.
Barely saving himself from face planting against their front door, he took a moment to gather himself. They had a jukebox in their living room, close enough for the hybrid to sneak by unnoticed (his skywars skills were some of the best, after all). His disk was carefully slotted in his inventory, easy to reach, which meant it was go time.
Pushing the door open softly, he was greeted with the mouth watering smell of the food his partner was making and the sound of his chirps. His heart swelled with affection, (Gosh he was so lucky) but he had a mission, he had to focus. Keeping low to the ground, he tip-toed over to the jukebox, quietly sliding the disc inside and peering over the edge as Derlord’s head wings flared. He started bobbing his head along to the music, still focused on the carrots he was chopping.
That was cute, but he had expected a little more than that. Maybe if he waited a little more?
The song reached its chorus and nothing changed. He had almost given up and left his hiding place when the avian started to sway his hips from side to side, wings ruffling.
No way.
Avery watched in fascination as his uptight (said as fondly as possible) boyfriend started dancing along to the music. Half of him thought he was going to just die of cuteness while the other couldn’t rip his eyes away from the display, enjoying the way his very much bird partner twirled in place, shuffling along the tiles in an impromptu dance.
The avian’s feathers shimmered gold in the light of the afternoon, the movement barely revealing his baby feathers which had small white hearts on the tips. He was very familiar with the sight, having preened him since…basically forever? (he didn’t care that much for the before anyway, when Derlord would get snippy with him because he was uncomfortable), but he never quite got over the despair he felt when he realized that they would turn fully black when they were grown.
Derlord shifted, his head wings flaring and they made eye contact.
Time froze as the avian startled, feathers puffing up in surprise.
“Uhm.” Avery started, awkwardly crouched behind the jukebox. “I love you?”
His boyfriend, whom he did love very much matter of fact, flushed a pretty color, his feathers shivering in a mix of embarrassment and fondness.
“Did you just-”
“Before you say anything-” He tried again, swallowing thickly. “Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?”
Derlord glared at him, blindly feeling along the counter to turn off the heat. Okay so that was a no, then.
“It was a science experiment!”
“Aves!” His partner complained, crossing his arms as the slime slowly got up from his crouching position. “How did you even come up with this idea?”
“A bird landed in front of me while I was working and just started dancing.” The hybrid raised his hands in surrender as he made his way over to his ruffled lover.
“And that made you want to- What? See if I do it as well?” Derlord pouted, glaring at him out of the corner of his eyes.
Wrapping his arms around his waist (glad that he wasn’t pushed off in the midst of Der’s embarrassment), he tried for a sheepish smile.
“I love you very much?”
“Ugh.” Wait for it… “I love you too. That doesn’t mean I forgive you”
“Okay, I can deal with that” Avery smiled, nuzzling his face in Derlord’s neck and pressing a soft kiss against his skin. “Food done?”
The avian shivered in response to his kiss, wings flaring briefly before they settled again.
“I hate that you do that” He grumbled.
“I think you just hate that it works everytime” The slime grinned, squeezing him tighter against his chest.
“That too”
+1:
Derlord had noticed a pattern.
Avery would wake up in the same bed as him (and wasn’t that a thrilling notion? He loved waking up next to his lover, loved getting to see his scrunched up face as he woke him every morning), then he would absentmindedly follow him into the bathroom, where they brushed their teeth side by side. They would go downstairs and Avery would follow just a step behind him as the avian made their coffees; after which they sat down at their cozy table and drank their coffee, chatting quietly.
And the hybrid would follow him around all morning, follow him to their room as they got ready before following him to wherever he wanted to start his tasks. At that point he seemed to realize something, his face twitching minutely before he went to do his own thing.
Point was; Avery followed him around a lot. Whether in the morning or in the evening, it didn’t really matter- Of course, he didn’t mind, after all, he loved spending time with him, but he wasn’t quite as sure as to why this was happening.
Slimes are naturally social creatures.
O…kay? He knew that already. It didn’t help his mild confusion over his partner’s actions, but he appreciated the knowledge nonetheless.
Of course, he could ask, after all, no one was holding him back from doing so, but he was half afraid that mentioning this cute little habit would make the hybrid self conscious of it and he was pretty fond of his duckling lover.
Slimes usually reside in groups of three or more.
Wait.
Was Avery lonely? Was his company not enough? He knew he wasn’t quite the most affectionate person, but he didn’t think Avery was lacking…
Steeling himself, he made a promise to make sure his partner knew just how loved he was.
“...yes? Can I…help you?”
Derlord had been acting weird all morning. He had been staring intently and not in the I-am-looking-at-you-to-show-I-am-paying-attention way, but in the I-am-catalloging-something way. Which he didn’t really mind, he loved any attention from him, but alarm bells were ringing in his mind, the intensity of his gaze unfamiliar.
“Hm?”
“You’ve been….staring at me. All morning” He stated, watching as the avian’s head wings flared once before settling again.
“I- Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He trailed off, but he still wouldn’t quit staring and he was getting a little nervous. Had he done something bad?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” He didn’t remember doing something bad. Had he left the dishes in the sink last night? Derlord usually didn’t mind even if he did, but what if it was different this time around? Had he forgotten to close the door to the sheep’s pen? Wait no, they haven’t even went outside yet how would he know-
“You know I love you, right?”
Avery blinked, his cheeks warming. Where did that come from?
“I- Yeah?” He was getting really worried now. “Is everything okay? Are you sick?”
Derlord frowned at him, cheeks flushing.
“I can’t just tell you I love you without you assuming I’m sick?” He complained.
“N-no, I just-” Avery stuttered, cheeks flushing a dark green. “Where did this come from? You’re not…so affectionate usually?”
“So you do think I’m not affectionate enough?” The avian looked devastated, his wings dropping until the feathers brushed against the floor.
“What? No- That’s not!”
“Are you lonely then?”
“What is happening?!” His voice cracked, confused beyond himself.
“You keep- Following me during the day and I’m worried I do not…”
Oh.
Oh.
His cheeks flushed again, melting slightly with embarrassment.
“That is…Not what is happening." He had to clear up this misunderstanding right now, despite how he wanted nothing more than to melt underneath the table. “Okay so first of all- I love you too, I don’t think you’re not affectionate enough. I never felt unloved or anything similar, okay?”
Derlord blinked, his shoulders relaxing minutely as his wings slowly folded back. He hadn’t even noticed he had tensed up.
“Then- I don’t mind, but I am just…curious”
“Well…slimes are- You know how the small ones would just follow you around? It’s sort of…the same thing. We are very social and our families are very big and we just- Are used to company? Our instincts are to follow people important to us”
Derlord paused, his gaze searching his face.
“So…you’re just clingy?” He asked after a long moment.
“That…would be…an accurate description” Avery muttered, crossing his arms.
There was a pause, then a huff of laughter.
“Are- Are you laughing at me?!” The slime gaped, his chest swelling with affection at the sound. (It was still his favorite sound, despite the fact that he was being laughed at.)
“N-no- It’s just” He snorted “I was…worried that I was neglecting you, but that wasn’t the case at all.” He broke down into laughter, his feathers ruffling in amusement.
Avery couldn’t quite help the way he snorted.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up”
“It is endearing”
“So…you don’t…mind?”
Derlord shook his head, his giggles tapering off before he blinked in surprise when he realized he was serious.
“Are you serious?” He asked, sounding clearly baffled. “My love, you have changed your doors for me so I wouldn’t knock into them, you made me a new shelf when my collection was growing too big for the windowsill, you have covered the mirrors for me because I couldn’t help my instincts, how could I ever have something to criticize about your own instincts when you have been nothing but gracious with mine?”
The slime flushed, lowering his gaze at the warm tone of his voice as he fidgeted with his hands.
“It’s different…” He mumbled, feeling the way his cheeks bubbled lightly underneath his embarrassment.
“It isn't,” Derlord denied immediately, leaving no room for discussion. “I do not mind”
“It’ll be annoying”
“Then I’ll be annoyed and in love” The avian huffed a laugh, extending a hand, palm up for him. Avery let out a breath and placed his hand in his, smiling softly at the way scarred fingers came to rub small circles on the back of his palm. “Those two things are not mutually exclusive.”
Man, he really had gotten lucky…perhaps his loneliness from before was worth it if it meant he got to hold this stupidly endearing bird in his arms.
+2:
If you were to ask how owning a shop in the middle of the very busy Hypixel hub is, you would probably be rewarded with a pleasant answer, a polite "Oh, it's very good for business!" or "You get to meet new people every day, it's fun".
This particular shop owner would like to put it on the record that she hadn't expected big names like Ranboo, or TommyInnit to step foot in her humble shop. Of course she was extremely proud of it, she wouldn't trade it for the world! It was her special spot carved in the midst of the chaos surrounding the hub, but she hadn't quite conceptualized that that was just...a thing. That could happen. The pink haired flower shop owner next to her had said with open delight that she had been visited by Avery Mayo himself and a mysterious golden, avian knight, which sounded outlandish.
Of course, big names like that were people as well, which meant that they would do their shopping some where after all.
Still. That knowledge didn't stop the way her mouth dropped open when a mysterious golden, avian knight stepped in her shop.
Shit, she can't believe Asteria was right-
"Hello!" She greeted cheerfully, habit kicking her into gear. "Please let me know if you need help finding anything."
The avian looked at her from underneath his helmet (wow that sure was a feeling. She wouldn't mind it if he looked at her like that more) before giving a small nod and turning to browse her newest batch of journals and quills. Picking her communicator with shaking fingers, she wrote a quick message to the sheep hybrid.
>I can't believe you weren't lying about that golden knight
Her communicator buzzed in answer not even a minute later.
Did you think I was lying???? Rude???
>I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT OKAY
The ringing of the bell caught her attention and she lifted her eyes to the door only to find Avery Mayo walking in her shop, sweat glinting off of his gelatinous skin. Her knees wobbled, grateful for the counter that hid the way she was swooning. Had he just finished with a Skywars match??? God she cursed her job for keeping her from watching his match.
The two customers chatted briefly and she ducked her gaze back to her communicator.
>AVERY FUCKING MAYO IS HERE????
Where one is, the other is sure to follow lol
A shadow fell over the counter and she almost slammed her knee as she all but threw her communicator in a drawer.
"Did you find everything you needed?" She asked, her cheeks flushing as she found the knight- Dearlord something? At least that's what she remembers Asteria calling him- standing in front of the counter, a green journal (which sort of had the same color as Avery if she squinted) and three feathered quills in his hands. She could see over the avian's shoulder, Avery staring intently at her displayed quills.
"Yes" Derlorde, Derlord, something like that, answered, setting down his spoils. She quickly calculated the full price, her eyes flickering over to the slime hybrid who seemed to lean even closer before just flat out staring in shock as his hand reached for one of the quills- Which wasn't a problem of itself, but his hand just...extended? And the quill was gone? Had he just...eaten her quill?
Did it even taste good for him?
Seemingly noticing her attention was somewhere else, the knight turned to glance over his shoulder at his companion before his feathers ruffled.
"Avery! We have talked about this!" He scolded, walking over to the hybrid's side. She had to give it to the slime; he did look sufficiently scolded and a part of her was still reeling at whatever happened. "You have to apologize" He added, crossing his arms.
"Ugh...I'm sorry" Avery addressed her, rubbing the back of his neck as the two came up to the counter again. " We can pay for it, I was just...I don't know- Instincts I guess?"
She blinked rapidly, clearing her throat and waving her hand.
"No, no, it's...fine?"
"I really am sorry- Miss...?"
"You can call me Llily" She extended a hand absentmindedly, feeling like she was having an out of body experience as the Skywars champion shook her hand.
"Avery Mayo" He grinned. "And this is Derlord, my boyfriend" He added, gesturing at the flustered avian.
Hold on. Hold that thought. Scratch the record.
BOYFRIEND?
"Ah" She breathed, slightly overwhelmed by the quick succession of events that had happened in the span of five minutes. "Nice to meet you" She nodded, which felt like the appropriate thing to do.
Derlord spared her a glance and a nod before his gaze fell back on the journal she was still holding. Oh wait, yes, that was right, she had a job to do.
"That would be 5 gold" She bagged the items in a paper bag as Derlord pulled out a pouch and slid the five gold ingots over. "Have a great day!"
"Thank you! You too- Sorry about the whole quill thing. Again"
"It's alright" She chuckled, waving as the two made their way out of the shop. Waiting until they were out of sight, she sprawled on her chair, still reeling from whatever the fuck just happened.
What a crazy day. She can't believe she saw Avery Mayo in her shop.