I wrote all these stories a good 3 years ago. They aren't the best, and are cringe. I'm keeping them up though because they seem to still get interaction. Was a pleasure writing though.
(A/N: What's with me writing fanfics mainly with Josh & Mully? I don't know and probably never will-)
(Josh's P.O.V)
"I'm pissing.. oh, I'm sorry.."
I'm sat down, feeling the carpet of my floor while hearing Mully's roars of laughter in the background. And part of me was glad someone found it funny. I wasn't going to ruin the video with something like that.. But Mully found it so hilarious that he could only muster one sentence.
"I'm fucking crying.. into my headset!"
Eddie was poking me, so I turned around to see what he had to say.
"Dawg.. I think you broke him."
I laugh quietly, getting back into character and rant about how if Mully didn't take my tambourine, none of this could've happened. And about how 'upset' I was about it. Man.. I really love Mully. He seems like a good partner. But ya know, I'm too nervous to say anything.
We continue our video, and after we were done editing. We went to our private Discord, where a notification was waiting. I clicked it, and it was a message in our main chat from Mully. It read: "Saw how upset @JoshDubGaming was when I took his tambourine, so I ordered him a new one! Comes with a special note too~ ;))"
God.. he loves spending money for pointless reasons..
But for the note, I have no clue.
But then, I remembered the package that arrived halfway through my editing progress. I got to opening it right away, where it was a red tambourine, to no-one's surprise. The note was attached, where it read:
"To my love and lifeline. You can stand on as many tables as you like and play it. Just remember to send me a video of it or something! - Mully/Mullen"
I take a photo of it and send it to the Discord main chat with the a caption.
"It arrived! - Mully's love and lifeline ;))"
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