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Chance had to admit, he wasn't expecting his gun to backfire and fucking oneshot his skull. Did he really care? No, cause he wasn't the first out. Unsurprisingly, 1x1x1x1 spent a good minute chasing Shedletsky, who was gonna survive, until he tripped and got side-swiped by 1x1x1x1, making Shedletsky the first one out that round, making Chance the second one out.
Chance respawned in the Lobby, blinking away the small specs in the vision, "Fuck." They mutter under their breath, going over to the sofas, sitting down on the far end of one of them, Shedletsky sitting in an armchair, legs curled up, the man was fidgeting with his long, wavy hair, twirling it with his fingers. "Sup, Shed-a-Led?" Chance greets, grinning at their own nickname they gave Shedletsky.
"...Not in the mood for nicknames." Shedletsky deadpans, "I just got fucking side-swiped by a bitch whose hair is more bleached than mine was when I was 16, don't nickname me right now."
Chance bites the inside of their cheek to hold back a laugh, "Sorry...Shed-A-Dead." He grins, enjoying how annoyed Shedletsky was getting.
Shedletsky sits up properly on the armchair, crossing his legs, "Dude, you're seriously pissing me off." He states, leaning back just a little bit, arms rested on the armrests of his chair.
The back-and-forth was about to continue, until the others started slowly respawning, all in different degrees of annoyance and delirium, respawning was had, but dying in the first place had gone from Bad to just being a regular annoyance, like an inconvenience. Builderman, Two-Time and Taph all walking over and sitting down.
"...Where's Noob and Elliot?" Shedletsky asks, his previous annoyance giving way to some concern.
Builderman looks up from the floor, "They're still in there-" He's cut off by the sound of two frustrated yells behind him, "They're right here." He corrects himself.
"Fuck-" Elliot yells, hands in his hair, "We were so-so-SO close-!"
"That was such bullshit- Spectre! If you're hearing me - That was not fair-!" Noob yells, looking up, the girl had formed a habit of yelling at The Spectre, often looking up and venting all frustrations, "That fucker killed Elliot- Why did I die too?!"
"Hey?! He was no-where near either of us!" Elliot snaps, giving Noob a rough shove on the shoulder before turning and stomping away to the kitchen, "Shedletsky get your fucking ass in here now - I'm Rage Cooking."
Shedletsky nods, giving Chance a small glare, the two holding eye-contact for a couple of seconds, before Shed gets up and goes into the kitchen, "Okay okay, calm it down bud." He answers with a hint of amusement in his tone. Elliot had chosen Shedletsky to be his supervision when 'Rage cooking' due to the man being the only one who actually knows how to use a fire extinguisher.
"You two need to get a room." Noob says, coming over to the sofa and leaning on the back of it, looking down at Chance, "You two have more chemistry than my phone and I." She adds, gesturing with her pink flip phone in her hand for emphasis, the girl also kept her phone on her at all times, despite it not working at all anymore.
"We do not have chemistry, I just like insulting him - Y'know, Rage-bait." Chance answers, looking up at Noob, before looking over at Taph who clapped his hands profusely to get Chance's attention, "You have something you wanna add?"
Taph nods, straightening up before signing - "You two should just kiss already." Taph nods as he signs.
Shedletsky feels a disturbance in the force and practically materialises back into the room, "No. I'm not kissing someone who insists on calling me the worst nicknames in the entire world." He states, stepping into the room properly, abandoning Elliot, leaving him to his own devices.
"Did you just teleport?" Chance asks bluntly, looking over as Shedletsky, "No seriously - you were in the kitchen and somehow SENSED what Taph just said - IN SIGN LANGUAGE - How the fuck?!"
"I felt a disturbance in the force, much like you felt a disturbance in your skull when your gun backfired." Shedletsky deadpans. "Is that why you hide your hair under your hat? Cause you keep blowing it off with your gun?"
"Shut up." Chance retorts, not moving from his spot on the sofa, "It's giving - Insecure." They gesture at Shedletsky.
"Excuse you? I fucking serve." Shedletsky responds, sounding genuinely offended, hand on his chest, other on his hip.
"You can serve cunt and be insecure, darling." Chance responds with a grin, standing up and walking over to Shedletsky, "Now, do as I say and shut up."
Shedletsky leans down a little bit so the two of them are eye-to-eye, "Make me." He sneers.
"Don't start somethin' ye can't finish." Chance's grin widens on their face.
"Oh my God- Get a room-!" Noob yells at the two of them, tossing a pillow at Chance, who gives her a small glare. "What?! You two are literally about to kiss."
"If we kissed, I'd bite your bottom lip and make you fucking bleed." Shedletsky states, grabbing Chance's chin and forcing them to look back at him, giving Chance a small grin of his own.
"That a threat or a promise?" Chance inquires, slapping Shed's hand off their chin, flashing a small toothy grin back at Shed as the taller of the two leans in close.
"It's a guarantee." Shedletsky whispers, his tone low and almost sultry.
Builderman, who was sat next to 007n7 pipes up, "I don't think they're getting a room..." He mumbles, 007n7 and Taph both nodding in response.
Taph signs - "If they kiss you all owe me a headpat."
"Deal." 007n7 mumbles in response.
Luckily for Taph - The two of them do kiss, unfortunately for Chance - Shedletsky is man of his words, biting Chance's bottom lip until it bleeds, only then does he pull away, grinning as the sight of Chance's bleeding lip.
"I'm off back to the kitchen to make sure Elliot doesn't burn this place down as he 'Rage Cooks'." Shedletsky shrugs casually, turning and going back to the kitchen like he said he would.
"Well fuck-" Chance mumbles, going back to sitting on the sofa, ignoring the looks everyone is giving him, crossing his arms and leaning back, eyes closed beneath his shades as he listens to the others whisper to each other about what they witnessed. Chance had to admit though - they were very content with the kiss.