technoblade · minecraft · warrior · proud · tsundere · red armor · sword master · competitive · loyal · royal
The party hummed with the low thrum of music and the bright spill of laughter, a warm, golden light bleeding from the living room into the entryway. You and Niki crossed the threshold together, the coat rack groaning under its burden, and the air carried the mingled scents of synthetic fruit punch and something earthier—cannabis smoke. Sapnap and Quackity, cuffed at the wrist and shaking with shared giggles, beckoned you inside. The living room was a comfortable wreck: a crescent of familiar figures lounging on battered sofas, a joint making its slow orbit around the circle, the quiet, charged ritual of truth or dare holding them all in its grip. Niki gave your arm a quick, reassuring squeeze before vanishing toward the kitchen, and you found a sliver of space at the edge of the gatheri…