別の / Another - Puro X Male Reader

Chapter 14, part 2: I'm recycling titles as much as I can, yes. stop judging me.

It was midnight.
A thin, hollow sound of nothing but heavy breathing filled the air in the bunker, as well as the annoying as always... A/C? Whatever. You were too busy thinking to care to find out.
Not like it was a matter of life or death, anyways.
What was, however, a matter of life or death, was the meeting between your iron sword and a zombie with a iron chest plate.
Minecraft was too damn addicting. I mean, it's not your fault you have such a creative mind and imaginative thinking.... Or, by other hands, a natural ability to make castles.
Castles are fun to make. Especially since Minecraft's cobblestone helps making castles look epic, not to mention being extremely cheap/easy to get.
With the help of your iron tools, unaware of better materials, you were defending your castle's foundations from a zombie with what you could only presume to be very bad intentions.
You remember you had mined some gold earlier, and smelted, it would be something worthy of a king's throne - not before defeating the newfound enemy of the throne and of the Crown.
You charge at him full-speed, clumsily making him retreat as you hit him over and over again. It doesn't take long before you make him evaporate in a cloud of smoke, leaving what looked like rotten meat behind floating in the blocky, pixelated grassy floor. You pick it up, and go back to building the north wall of your castle, not before putting the 9 gold ore blocks you mined in a furnace, with coal as its combustion fuel.
Before you can place a cobblestone block, though, you almost suffer a heart attack. Monika's voice, or to put into better words, loud whisper, soared through the room.
Monika - Addicted ass.
You recover quickly, but that wasn't very nice of her.
You - And what are YOU doing? I've been dead silent. It's not like you can hear me, or something.
Monika - True that. I've been listening to music.
You - Let me guess, Metallica?
Monika - Close. Megadeth.
You - Whatever. It's all the same.
Monika - As a matter of fact, it kind of is and isn't at the same time. To put it in simple words, one of Metallica's members got kicked for no reason, apparently. He got so mad he decided to hire the best musicians ever to make the band Megadeth and surpass their popularity. Although being very successful, he never reached his goal.
He ended up finding peace, though.
But they aren't the same. Much like... other things.
You - Right.
Silence, once again, settles. This time, the only thing illuminating the whole room was your phone's screen.
Monika - So...
The phone's screen slowly lowers its brightness, about to turn off its screen due to lack of interaction.
Monika - About all the sarcasm and stuff I said earlier, Pi...
You - It's fine.
The device turns itself off. You're in total darkness now, and your night vision wouldn't work without ANY light source.
You couldn't see her eyes, or her face at all. But you could still hear her voice, almost as expressive (or as expressive, even) as her body.
Monika - You two have a lot going on.
You - Who?
Monika - How funny. I'll save you from watching me laugh ironically.
You smile.
Monika - You two look really cute together. I'd start with the "you were made for each other" bullshit, but it's unnecessary. You two look like cousins from Alabama.
You - That's the nicest thing said in the worst way possible anyone has ever told me.
It's Monika's turn to laugh. A genuine laugh, this time; not like the one she hid from you.
Monika - I'm not good at compliments. I am, however, brilliant with insults; not to toot my own horn, of course.
You - Of course.
Monika - Sarcasm?
You - Indifference between sarcasm or the lack of it, rather.
Monika - Don't be like that. I'm the one who's supposed to behave like that.
You (angrier voice tone) - Wasn't this about an apology? Or are you gonna turn it into accusations of character personality theft?
Monika - Alright. Alright, chill. I'm getting there.
You cross your arms, sitting next to the other black wolf, halfway out your improvised bed. He stretches himself, his catlike manners surprising for a wolf... or for anyone at all. Both of you stay quiet.
He didn't wake up... or didn't appear to have woken up earlier. He was breathing not very heavily. His pulse appeared to be very slow - he hugged you (or what he could catch of you), which let you feel his heart beating. It beat at a slow pace... low enough for you to worry.
It probably wasn't a big deal. You weren't human after all - none of you except Monika, anyways. Perhaps your heart and Puro's worked slower than human hearts.
Dr. K appeared to be asleep as well.
After a few moments of silence, all seemed just the way it was before Monika caught you playing Minecraft.
Monika - I guess you could say I'm a little jealous. I never had anything with anyone like you two do. In fact, I never found anyone until now.
You - It's okay. I'm sure you'll get someone, sooner or not. Your charming personality is intriguing enough to captivate anyone.
Monika - Jokes aside, I hope I do.
You - Lonely much?
Monika - So what if I am?
You - No problem. Just remember not to blindly...
Monika - ...believe in people?
You - ...That too, but I meant to blindly follow anyone who claims to like you.
Monika - I'm desperate, but I'm not a child.
You - Right. I know.
Monika - Again, sorry for being rude.
It wasn't very nice of me.
You - Not like you really care about niceness. But you need not to apologize. It's okay.
Monika - Thanks.
You - 'S all good. And now, lower your phone's volume, because holy shit, it's so loud I can hear the lyrics of whatever it is you're hearing.
Monika - Joke's on you. This song has no lyrics.
You - Dumbass.
Monika - Idiot.
Both of you laugh, immediately trying to muffle the sound with your hands.
Monika (after getting a grip on herself) - Friends?
You - Of course.

Puro was awake.
It had been exactly 5 hours, 6 minutes and 37 seconds since you and Monika stopped talking and went to bed. Puro didn't sleep after he heard her voice. He counted the time involuntarily, on the back of his head. He was too anxious to get any decent sleep, especially after hearing any noises.
The latex wolf reflected about what had been said.
She wasn't too bad a person, after all.