Dwake Stuff

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"oh fuck, oooh shit" Dwight cursed at himself as he held onto his bloody fucking wound, he tried to keep the blood from coming out any further, but it wasn't too overwhelming to the point he could possibly die, and he was thankful for that at the very least.

the stupid huntress caught him at the generator just so briefly when he could've finished it, thank the heavens he managed to wiggle free.

the wound caused him to wince and he reminded himself to stay as calm as possible, for that son of a fucking bitch was still on his tail some where. he ran to the closest shack and hid to recalculate himself, the few minutes that passed by Dwight finally found himself comfortable enough to stay calm, he looked around the dimly lit room and found his intense heart beat to decrease, he sighed in relief.

for that moment in time he heard the locker creak open, and he immediately tensed up, but he only saw a half annoyed Jake park trying to keep his cool from his stupid leader, "great to see you here, oh precious and courageous leader" Jake said it as unenthusiastic as possible, but Dwight could tell, or he at least hoped Jake was jokingly being sarcastic, because that is the natural Jakey thing to do, though mostly around Dwight for the bare minimum.

"oh thank Jesus, ah- Jake you have to um.. help me...?"

"gross"

"please?"

Jake rolled his eyes, it wasn't like he had any choice in his life, not that anything he could do now was a unlimited choice anymore.

"you're glad i have this shitty med kit Dwight" as much as Jake hated, and he really meant it, hated, dealing with Dwight, there was some where deep inside him that yelled at him to protect his panicky leader.

Perhaps jake saught and generated a extraordinary ability to be a asshole but also be a kind person at the same time, and having dwight near him made him ease up on being a dickhead and actually started caring for his fellow teammates.

Jake gestured with his hand for Dwight to scoot closer to him so he can begin treating at his gushing wounds, as much as Jake was a god at sabotaging and getting the work done but he sure didn't know one fucking thing about aiding someone, well maybe thats a lie, the only thing he's good at is the basic's of rubbing alcohol and band-aids,

but Jake was determined to save his dorky companion either way.

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from all the stupid trial and errors he did around Dwight. Jake finally got the job done, like he always does.

"t-thanks.."

"mhm" Jake got up and offered Dwight a hand, which Dwight's hand felt incredibly sweaty, by the way; and Dwight noticed it, but payed little to no action to it, Jake did, and he felt the indescribable clamminess from his leaders hand that latched onto his.

ew

But also not ew

In a odd and stupid way he also found dwight, from being the whiny guy he was. Unusually interesting, he was so scared and frightened yet, his thoughts about the briskness of leadership were something no one could really come up with, and maybe it was something everyone needed.

Jake intertwined his hand more firmly around Dwight's. Jake also noted the faint hesitation from dwight.

Jake beckoned him to follow his lead out from the dense shack.
The air felt incredibly thick, but not around them, it was actually really thick, like the fog.

Their own imaginations surged within them of what could just possibly pop out of that thick gloomy fog, it made Jake tense up at the thought of it.

So instinctively Jake clinged onto Dwight's hand tighter, and extremely unaware of it, but it wasnt like he cared at all, all he cared about was if the stupid huntress would assassinate them out of no where.

"stay low and dont be a pussy dwight" jake glared at his leader daring him if he made one stupid fucking move his testicles would explode in a mater of seconds.

They both attached themselves
Alongside a nearby rock and peered out to get a good layout of the thick disgusting pathetic fog that disappointed surely disappointed them

"I-i guess we only have to hear with our ears" dwight breathed so intensely that it was unnecessary, but could you blame him? Probably.

They both grew silent and tapped into the hollow environment that seemed so completely dead, yet sheltered the soft coo's of nearby generators that annoyingly enough werent even heard from where they were at.

"Okay this clearly isnt working dwight" jake begun because he lost all patience in trying to hear a stupid pathetic generator "let's just stop hiding and find one alright?" He was getting ready to leave until he heard a nervous dorky laugh from the idiot behind him.

Jake lifted a brow, curious why he'd just randomly laugh "what, you have something better to do? Because i dont see any options, our whole point-"

"No,no,no, it's just that umm.." dwight tried to fix up the right words as it seemed, Dwight's whole face, from what Jake could barely make out, was coated with a red blush that danced the surface of dwight's cheeks.

"Thing is jake.. can you um.. let go of my hand now." It took jake a absolute second to realize his hand was still enveloped around the nervous wreck.

He let go of his grasp and before he could say anything he heard the loud moan of the gate being open, which nearly saved his life to explain himself.