Pandemonium | Dream SMP

38. I'm afraid to say I'm unfazed by half-naked men at this point.

"Ayyy, guess what just arrived!"

The doors burst open as Quackity, carrying multiple boxes in his arms, strides confidently into the room. All heads peek up with interest, watching the beanie-wearing boy as he places the boxes onto the coffee table, directly over a set of plans George had been working on.

"Hey!" George frowns, his brows creasing.

"Aw, relax, George. Look at what we got~"

With a goofy grin, Quackity peels away the lid of the top box and pulls out a suit jacket. It's a dark, almost glossy black, adorned with silver buttons. It reminds me of a night sky dotted with stars.

"Pretty," I comment, watching from the opposite sofa. I've been trying to help George with his work, not that I'm making much leeway. I'm really not cut out for written work, it would seem. It doesn't help that I suck at spelling. I manage just fine when it comes to reading, but writing is something I still struggle with.

"That's sick! Is there one for me?" Fundy comes up beside Quackity, picking up a box with his name on it.

Tubbo also joins in on the gathering and pops up behind me, leaning over the back of the sofa. "What about me? Is there one with my name on it?" He asks eagerly.

"Mm, oh, here ya go!" Quackity passes a box over my head and Tubbo takes it up excitedly, pushing away the lid to get a look at his custom made suit.

"Ares, this one-" Fundy raises a box up in a clawed hand, but then catches himself and clears his throat before saying again in much deeper tones, "this one is for you."

"Thank you." I smile, accepting the rectangular box.

For the last few days, Fundy has been repeatedly dropping his voice whenever speaking with me. At first, it was peculiar, but after asking Schlatt if he'd noticed the fox's unusual behaviour, all had been revealed.

"Oh, fuck, is he actually?" Schlatt had cackled, a delighted look on his face.

"Sir...what did you do?" I questioned in low tones, suspicious.

"Just a social experiment, my dear." He patted my hand, "I may have let slip your swooning over the king. Nothing much. Though it seems the lovesick puppy really took it to heart. But damn-" he snickered, "-talk about a try-hard."

So to sum it up, Fundy really is trying to woo me.

There's no other explanation for it. For him to go this far out of his way to try and catch my eye, to try and appeal to me. But what's more, is that I can't even say I don't like him. I do like him. The small things he does are charming. Like when he wags his tail or twitches his nose. How he stutters when he speaks to me, too flustered to form a full sentence. I remember acting the same way towards my first crush. She was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. I was always so self-conscious speaking to her, worried I'd say something dumb or do something strange. I was so desperate for her to see the best of me.

Fundy is me, and I'm the pretty girl I liked.

I should tell him his efforts are appreciated, I decide. It's what I would want if I were him. To know I've been noticed by the person I like.

"You guys are cute, getting excited over a couple of suits." Schlatt chuckles from his desk chair, watching us fuss like children over the new clothes. His eyes are half-lidded, his fingers intertwined beneath his chin. "Now why don't you all get dressed, and we can start the real work of transforming this country."

"What do you mean, Mr President?" Tubbo questions, nervous. He has the box containing his suit pressed to his chest as if fearing to let it go.

Schlatt grins a sharp grin and holds his arms out, "I think it's time for a second presidential speech, don't you? Now that we're finally dressed the part we can start enacting some serious laws around here! So pull on your pants and let's get to it, aye? Quackity, Fundy, I want you two to spread the word."