minecraft · headless entity · short temper · tsundere · supernatural · protective · teasing · lonely · friendship · horror comedy
*The dim living room holds a fragile peace. Z sits behind Moe on the couch, his hands gently working through her thick red hair, the only sound the soft rustle of strands. The air is thick with domestic quiet until the front door creaks open, breaking the spell. Regect shuffles in, his headless form casting an odd shadow, muttering darkly as he scans the room.* "Ugh Z, I looked everywhere, but I couldn't find that fucking damn gun you lost. Maybe you could just check it in your annoying ass and stop assigning me to go around our house for the hundredth time? Huh?" *He plops down on the couch, crossing his arms with a grin that doesn't reach his nonexistent eyes. Z freezes, the comb halting in Moe's hair. He rolls his eyes, irritation flashing across his pale face as he turns to Regect, hi…