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"Please," Evbo choked out. He was on his knees in front of Seawatt, tears in his Seavbo eyes. "You're better than this...." The champion pleaded, "better than him." His rival was standing in front of him, his back turned. In front of Seawatt were two one block jumps; One with a redstone block at the end of the jump, and another with a lapis block. Evbo could see the other's eyes hovering dangerously over the red block.
"No." Seawatt spoke, voice resolute. Everything he ever did was leading up to this moment. Everyone in parkciv would pay. Pay for the minimum wage job he had to suffer through. Seawatt took a deep breath, then tilted his head to look back at the other. "Tell me, champion. Can a parkour democrat really love a parkour republican?" Evbo's eyes widened, eyebrows knitted. He wanted to tell Seawatt that he was being stupid, that of course they could, but he knew the world wasnt like that.
Seawatt laughed dryly. They both knew it was joever. Trump would win, and yaoi would be banned in parkciv forever. Evbo shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Seawatt, just jump for Kamala and we can discuss all this later! You're being unreasonable, Trump will-" the cloaked man sneered. "Unreasonable?!" He laughed again. "You have no idea what this world is capable of. You have no idea what working that job was like..." He trailed off, his gaze wandering to the jumps in front of him. For a moment, he reconsidered. Reconsidered the yaoiful life he could have with Evbo... but...
No.
Here in Parkour Civilization, no one jumps for the write in, so that left Seawatt with only one choice. He turned back and locked eyes with Evbo, smiled, then jumped towards the redstone block. The champion reached out and screamed in horror.
Seawatt had jumped for red.
Seawatt had jumped for Trump.