The Grim Reaper || Technoblade (Old)

29: Armor

"Well-" Tommy looked up at Techno and towards me, fiddling with trying to tighten the straps to fit him better.

"Tommy I was going to give you-" Techno turned to me exasperated, almost if he were asking me if I could believe it. He turned back to Tommy.

He then gestured to himself, "Tommy I already have a set of netherite, you were already gonna receive this armor."

Tommy's eyes went round and he immediately stopped fiddling around, looking up at Techno in awe while Technoblade continued talking, "And it was gonna be a cool bonding moment, and you just took all of it. And now the moment is ruined."

He leveled a glare at Tommy and the kid shrunk back, "Well hey hey, I'll place it back I'll place it back."

He started trying to untie the armor. Although it took him a good few minutes of awkward staring and random half sentences. He finally got the last boot off and put in on the armor stand with a final panting breath.

"Thank you." Technoblade said calmly, taking off the armor piece by piece and inspecting it carefully. Only to be interrupted by the blonde boy again, "CAN I HAVE IT?"

I sighed and Techno have the kid a side eye, he shrunk down again and added a small pathetic voice, "Please?"

How the heck did Techno survive during the revolution about this ball of energy? Did he chug a gallon of coffee a day?

I could actually see that, giant piglin dude just, chugging coffee, it seems like a very Techno thing to do.

"Lemme check this armor out. Bro your chest plate is busted."

Tommy opened one of the chest littering the sides of the walls and turned to Techno, "Why've you got so many bones."

Techno walked to the chest and turned to Tommy with an exasperated expression, "Tommy look at what we're surrounded by right now, literally wall to wall, where do you think these came from?"

Tommy looked up and down, and before he could say anything Techno yelled, "THEY CAME FROM SKELETONS."

"Well as long as we don't upset the boys, I don't want to uh-" Tommy started to say.

What was he even referring to? I opened my mouth to ask but the conversation continued, almost like I wasn't there.

Techno continued, "Yeah yeah, here have some armor" He dropped the armor down into Tommy's tiny arms and the kid went falling down due to the weight.

He scrambled to get up as Techno turned around and put a different chest plate on the armor stand, "Your netherite chestplate, the one you were using, it was a lil bit scuffed, there was no durability on it so I gave you a different one."

Techno then turned to me, and shrugged, "Do you want armor? I'm sure I have a spare pair somewhere."

I shook my head vehemently, I wouldn't take any more than I already had, plus I wouldn't make much use of it, "No thank you, I'm fine with what I have."

He looked me up and down with a judgmental eye, and opened his mouth but turned around when the armor stand came down. "Yknow you can just take the armor off, you don't have to break the armor stand every single time."

Tommy looked up and down guiltily, placing the armor stand back down and adding armor to it, staring up at Techno with a frown on his face, "Where are my boots"

Exasperated, Techno commented, "I definitely gave you boots."

"Well I don't see them!" Tommy yelled, looking around him and walking around the small area. The boots were indeed just left on the floor.

With a raised eyebrow Techno pointed to them and Tommy scrambled towards them to put them on his feet.

Once he was back on his feet, he started to go through the chests.. again, "We as long as we get-"

Techno followed after him and I behind Techno, "This is filled with garbage."

"This doesn't look like garbage to me. C'mere look at this last chest." We all looked at the last chest. It was full to the brim, basalt, bone blocks, a couple maps, coal, everything that could be expected.

Techno pulled out a music disc I hadn't seen, was this the disk that Tommy was so obsessed with? "Oh right this disk!"

"That's not an actual one is it?" Tommy asked with wide eyes, staring at the item in Technoblade's hands and grabbing it for himself.

"This is a disc Tommy, this is a sign, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Techno commented, looking off at the wall like the words had been recited before.

He put one arm around my shoulder and rested a hand on Tommy's head, the helmet blocking the kids eyes. A bit of indignant yelling and scampering around, and Techno and I ended up chasing the kid through a mess of mobs back home.