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13 - the great misadventures of pissbee and pandas

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piss
› so hello mister pandas
› contrary to popular belief i am not dead
› i am, indeed, alive.
› not dead, hell no.

straight boy but /hj
› hOLY SHIT
› HI CLAYYY
› :DDD how've you been

piss
› i feel like death

straight boy but /hj
› that's not pogchamp
› pogn't which is short for not pog or pog not look dude idfc i'm sleep deprived

piss
› what, you're sleep deprived from giggling with karl like lovesick fools

straight boy but /hj
› no
› well yes
› bUT
› sooooo n-e-ways
› you still up to go to *your dad's*
› he cooks the best steaks
› 1234/10, phil's meat couldn't be beat

piss
› first of all dude no please don't refer to my dad's cooking as,, that. but yea, hell yea we're still gonna come over :)))
› plus we can hang out with tech and wil.

straight boy but /hj
› and tommy and his angel twin tubbo
› time to threaten the kid that i'll commit arson lmaooo

piss
› dude chill the kid might grow up w issues lmao

straight boy but /hj
› ik, ik. 's all fun and shit.
› yk i'd willingly smack a bihh if somebody were to hurt the child, i disrespect child but no one disrespect child

piss
› AWWWWWWW
› pandas has a heart <333
› fr, tommy adores u

straight boy but /hj
› lmao ofc i do
› so
› wanna hang out b4 we pack?

piss
› ya
› ur treat tho lol u order the pizza

straight boy but /hj
› ok.
› i'll come over in a few
› my bags are all readyyyyyy

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clay sat on the dining room table, aimlessly scrolling down on his phone while waiting for sapnap. maybe, his friend's company will distract him from his yearning to lean into george's caring touches, or the want to cradle george's face within his palms. no matter how much clay missed george, the former pushed it down.

if you asked clay how he met the love of his life, or, at least - that's how clay referred to george, a small crush, something that didn't blossom into something more. how did clay meet george? well, it was truly the brightest event in clay's life - after being stuck in a constant state of burn out and boredom, he never really believed in the power of a higher being, after all, clay liked to take his fate into his own hands. just, one day, the world stopped and time ceased to exist and run. clay had nothing to do but hide inside a boy's mushroom home and long to ride tree bark airplanes, but even so - george and clay stood still, slow dancing underneath the moonlight, their facial features illuminated by the lanterns hung around the small house, everything was still - yet it was comfortable, there they stood in front of george's yellow tinted window, they truly had the best view, free from the overgrowth and venus fly traps.

now, clay felt alone again, and he really was. he missed the honeybees and the sparrows, the catterpillars and the butterflies. as well as the wildflowers which embedded themselves in george's hair, clay missed the brit's giggles as the blond plucked the flowers from the fluffy, brown hair of the smaller boy. in real life, outside of the virtual reality, everybody had a lover and their own little cliques and bonds, clay had sapnap - and some friends - but he had no one to call his own. clay wanted so bad to cry out to the starry skies, for the higher beings to find a way for he and george to end up together, he wanted to let out a pain-filled cry, for the crippling loneliness is too much for him to handle.

clay just wants for a mushroom boy climb up on the window right next to his bed, he wants to see him in all his glory - pretty and kind along with the prettiest chocolate eyes he has ever seen.

"pissbee my beloved!" sapnap yelled out from the front door, "i've brought pizza, and my clothes, and most importantly - my presence." clay wheezed, standing up from his seat and opening the door for sapnap. upon seeing the younger boy, the taller gave the ravenette a bro hug. "how've you been, big guy?"

"good, all is good." clay smiled, taking the pizza from sapnap and helping the latter with his bag. "so, what are we gonna do?"

"well, we're gonna eat, of course!" sapnap responded, "we're gonna eat and watch movies, and hey - have you booked a flight already?"

"actually, not yet, wait a sec, i'll go fetch my laptop upstairs." clay stood up, not even worried about sapnap who was already helping himself to with a can of coke from the fridge. good thing clay went out for groceries a few hours before sapnap showed up.

walking into his bedroom, he grabbed his laptop from his desk, clay saw the golden elf, ear cuff, and with slight hesitance - placed it on his ear, a small way he and george can be together. "i'm back!"

"oh, pog! nice ear cuff, dude." sapnap smiled, and went back to gobbling down his slice of pizza. "how long are we staying?"

"are you good with a week?" clay asked, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza from the box and taking a bite. sapnap responded, humming in agreement, and so - clay looked for tickets to go to and from his dad's. "wil said tommy is demanding you play minecraft with him on the xbox when we get there. don't beat him too much."

"hey! he's a good player! and he beats the crap out of me, i have to at least retaliate in game." sapnap protested, "how was the game, by the way?"

clay stopped, his fingers halting from typing and looked down, he contemplated telling sapnap the truth, but went against it. "it was cracked, i had to crash the game myself to get out. it was all glitchy and shit."

"oh, okay." sapnap responded, he kept scrolling down on his phone and grinned widely, "hey, do you remember that one time phil got you those lightning mcqueen sheets you've been begging for? and you fucking pissed on it?"

"sapnap, shut the fuck up or i'll drop kick you."

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03/15/21