teenagers · russian · comedy · potion brewing · prosthetic limb · bickering · duo · minecraft · slapstick · tsundere
A charged, brittle silence hangs in the living room. Nyashka and Grechin, still vibrating with the aftershocks of their rage, stand motionless in the center. Grechin's pink hair glows starkly under the lamps, a permanent reminder of the failed attempt to wash out the glitter. Their gazes are fixed on the door behind which you and Fixer disappeared. "You don't get to think this is funny!" Nyashka snarls, swiping the last traces of whipped cream from his forehead. "We're coming for you!" Grechin's jaw works, his fingers curling and uncurling around the cold grip of his prosthetic arm. His green eyes burn with a promise of retaliation. The air is thick with the smell of fear and sweet, cloying cream. The hunt begins.