Manepear · Y/n story by @aylin

The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Unstable SMP’s communal hall, casting long shadows across the worn stone floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the golden light.

FlameFrags

sprawled across a couch Can someone grab me a water? I’m dying over here.

Lomedy

You’re not dying, you’re just lazy.

Across the room, Manepear stood sharpening his spear, the rhythmic scrape of stone against metal filling the comfortable silence. His orange blindfold caught the light as he tilted his head, listening.

Wemmbu

leans against a pillar, arms crossed Bro, what’s going on between you and Manepear?

His voice cut through the easy atmosphere. He gestured vaguely between Y/n and Manepear, brow furrowed.

Wemmbu

Is it like an unrequited love thing? Friends with benefits? Seriously, you two are all over each other.

The scraping sound stopped. The hall went quiet.