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Des(s)ertshipping Shenanigans
Colin: (communicating through a ring) Haha! I am so lonely right now.
Colin: Also, there's so much sand! Haha, sand. Oh man. I could drown.
Colin: What if all this sand turned to quicksand like, right now
Colin: Like, would I be sucked into a new, cool place? Or would I die
Colin: Actually, there's quicksand right over there let me find out
Allan: I'm on my way please sit down
(des(s)ertshipping drabble!!! bcuz its endearing ok theyre cu te)
There is a perfect sort of temperature that can only be achieved by a slowly sinking aridian sun - the sort of temperature that encourages good friends to sit close and murmur gently to one another, in the way that good friends do.
good gay friends, I mean. Very good, extremely gay friends. Boyfriends, even.
Two figures lay with gently entwined fingers, resting in the shade of a lonesome sugar tree. Allan shivers, pressing a shoulder against Colin’s thickly robed form.
“Are you cold?” the dull-eyed mage asks, wrapping an arm around the chef’s shoulder. “Ah, no! Don’t you worry, its nothing compared to Snowpeak.” Allan replied, deftly ignoring Colin’ own faint tremors. “Well... It’d be a shame for this to go to waste, then.” “For... what to go to waste?” Allan looked about, seeing nothing but the painted sunset casting its warm glow.
“This!” Colin proudly presented a quilt, sewn with love in all its poorly-stitched seams. Each panel made of wildly different materials - part of a food-stained smock, a square of an old robe, a silken shred of an old present. As Allan’s eyes poured upon it in all his reverie, a smile unfurled across his face.
“Is this... part of your old bed spread?” “Mhmm.” Colin purred quietly, “A little embarrassing, I know...” “Its great.” Allan interjected, burying himself in its warmth. “Its like.. a biffle blanket.” “Biffle blanket....” Colin chuckled. “I like that.”
Erik: Why is Allan absent
Minister guy: he's in the ER
Erik: why.
Minister: Well you see,
Minister: Colin made a cake
Erik:
Erik:
Erik:
Erik: prepare a gravestone made of platinum
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