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Rival Companies or Romantic Partners? - Season 6

Disclaimer!
This oneshot contains dickery, swearing, sexual implications, depictions of a panic attack, and fighting! If you are sensitive to that, do not read!

Iskall is a bottom, fight me. Do it regardless if you agree with me or not, just fight me please. I'm lonely. - Micheal

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'Universe Code' - PUO13

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Ren -> Iskall POV

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"ISKALL???"

My voice reverberates on the quartz walls.

Where the nether is he??? Not very professional if ask me, man. Well... none of this is very professional, Sahara's always broken anyway. STILL!

"Iskall? I know you're here! Sahara's not working, man!"

I turn a corner and the perfect place for him to be comes into view.

I bet he's sleeping in there!

Of course he is, so I turn into the meeting room and start to give him a piece of mind as soon as I see his colors in a chair.

"Iskall, you lazy butt! Sahara's broken! My order didn't go through the system, ma-"

Wait...

I turn my attention back to the chair and-

"...oh my notch..."

-start snickering so much, my cheeks were as red as my outfit. If they were awake, they'd think I was a madman! I need a photo of this!

So, I fumble with my phone and start snapping like there's no tomorrow. Closer and closer I go until-

"ughhhh..."

Iskall starts to wake up.

I scramble out there in a panic, but at least I got the photos! Say goodbye to secrecy, lover boiiiiiiiis! I send the photos to Stress and Scar and a mischievous smirk stretches across my face. We're online-

Renthedog experienced kinetic energy

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"ughhhh..."

I groan as if suddenly the sun was too bright or the scuffling was too loud... wait... scuffling?

I elbow my cuddle buddy.

"mM- OW!"

"Getttt up, Princess. Nap time's ov... errrr... hraaaaaaaaarrhh..."

A yawn slips into my voice and he ob-

"HEY!"

-pushes me off him, making me fall into the floor with a loud thud. That bit-bratch! Bratch? Bratch. Braaaaaattttccc-

"That-" He points to me with a smug smile, "-is what you get for waking me up like that."

"Well, I'm sorry I'm no Mumbo-", I bring myself up and dust off my wonderful green suit, thank you very much, Mumbo, "or Scar. I am NOT sneaking away or waiting for you to wake up by yourself and do NOT care if you disagree with me."