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6: flights and reunions

Vix's pov (big shocker):

This stream was probably the most fun I'd had in the past month. There was never a dull moment with both Luna and Tommy in the call, Luna joining the VC mere moments after the 'Clorox Wipe' thing.

The three of us went back and forth with QnA questions, although we didn't get through many. We cracked jokes while getting to know each other and, to be honest, it was kind of refreshing to have another person to talk to on stream. I love Luna with all my heart, but a new face is always fun. Or, in this case, voice.

We ended up playing Minecraft after the 1-hour mark, Tommy getting bored of the questions and suddenly booming "Minecraft. Now." into his mic with a weird and unsettling voice. (a/n: If you've ever watched a TommyInnit stream, I'm just gonna hope you know what I'm referring to. If not... I literally have no way of describing it.)

In the Minecraft world, I attempted to build an adorably aesthetic cottagecore house. Tommy was not having the adorably aesthetic cottagecore house. He decided that if he wasn't allowed an army of cows, each named after Henry respectfully, I wasn't allowed my adorably aesthetic cottagecore house. In retaliation, I did the only thing a respectable human being, like myself would do: commit arson on his cobblestone tower. But seriously, why, after all this time, is he still building cobblestone towers?

Luna just fueled the fire on both sides, egging on whoever she deemed would cause the most chaos. Eventually, the fire became too much for her, both literally and metaphorically, and she left us to handle the chaos we were creating. Worst decision ever. Tommy continued to burn down everything after my rampage. Including his Henry Army.

And that brings us to the present. Chat spamming "o7" and us staring off into the flames, having a very dramatic dialogue, I might add.

"This means war, Victoria Baker. You will rue the day you set fire to my beloved Henries' tower."

"You brought this upon yourself! If you hadn't ransacked my beloved cottage, I never would've set foot near your territory."

"Don't you go pointing fingers at me! All I wanted was for my beloved Tower of Cobble to reach the sky, but your awful excuse for a bee farm was blocking my view. Not to mention the fucking sign in front."

"Don't you bring the Bee-loved Bee Farm into this! That's not very pogchamp of you."

"Never, ever, say that sentence again." I can hear the cringe in his tone. "You are not worthy of the word 'pogchamp'."

"To have you know, I'm very worthy-"

"Fucking shit-" Typing envelopes the call. "Lemon, you're going to have to prove that to me another day, look at the time."

"Fuck," I curse. The whole Henry V. Cottage War had lasted four hours, meaning it was 3AM for me. That could only mean-

"Shit, Tommy. I'm so, so sorry I've kept you on for so long. It's-"

"8AM now, I know." His laugh rings out again for the millionth time tonight, but this time it's softer. Calming even. The typing continues so I'm assuming he's a bit distracted, explaining the sudden change in demeanor.

"Tommy, I am so sorry-"

"Vix! It's fine." The same laugh resurfaces. "Really, don't worry 'bout it, mate. I'm the dumbass who didn't even notice the fucking sunrise. It's all good, Lemon. I'm going to go ahead and log off, but we'll talk again soon, yeah?"

"Of course! Anytime."

"Great, I'll message you. Night- oh. Uh, maybe I should say morning?" he chuckles somewhat awkwardly. "Fuck it, bye!" he says, dragging out the "e".