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A coin jumped up, flipping in the air, before going down.
It landed on tails. Up it went again.
Down it came. Heads. Up again.
Heads again. Sweet!
Up it went, down it went. Up it went, down it-
"Could you take that to another room, Chance? I can't focus." 007n7 spoke up, interrupting the gambling session. Simultaneously, he tapped on settings in the c00lgui, eyes squinted and his back turned to the gambler in question.
"Focus on what?" Chance replied coolly, and tossed the coin once more. He got tails. Aw dang it.
"Setting up these haxxing traps where we last saw 1x1x1x1. You know, the guy we just barely escaped dying to." 007n7 deadpanned, unusually irritated.
Chance shrugged. "We? I think you mean yourself and uh... Builderman and I think Noob. And Two Time. And Shedletsky. Actually, I think it was everyone but me. I was just chilling until we got to escape."
007n7 paused his haxxing, and sighed.
"What's going on with you and him, anyway? I keep far and watch the killer more than half the time, and I never see him in particular go for you."
"Bah, we're just dating, he loves me too much to hurt me." Chance stated. Nonchalantly.
007n7 went silent, though he didn't turn to face Chance.
In his silence Chance managed to get 7 more coin flips in, at least four of which landed on heads. Nice!
...He decided to elaborate.
"Y'know he's kinder than he looks. When he's not killing. He likes me a lot even if he doesn't know how to show it. Who knows, he might warm up to the rest of you guys eventually? Either way, he talks big about killing everyone for someone who hasn't put a finger on me yet." Chance smirked. "There's a good guy in there, I'm telling you 007n7."
Still silence.
The coin was tossed twice more before Chance noticed something was off.
"...You good?"
007n7 closed the c00lgui, and slowly turned around to look at Chance.
His expression seemed like one of pity, weirdly.
He looked around for a second to check if the other survivors were coming back, before he put a hand on Chance's shoulder.
"Me too, Chance."
"Huh? Wha..." Then he understood.
Ohhhh. That explains some things.
"Oh for real? Who've you been making out sloppy style with?"
007n7 blinked.
"Whuh- making out? I haven't been making out with..."
Chance smirked at 007n7. He caved almost immediately.
"Okay I can explain!!!" He said borderline-frantically.
"Go on." Chance flicked his coin into the air again. Heads. Cool.
007n7 took a step back and inhaled. Exhaled. He leaned on the wall next to Chance.
"So basically... weird things are happening between me and the 'yellow-black-glitchy' killer as you guys call him. His name's John Doe by the way."
"Mhm." Another coin toss. Tails.
"And uhh... how do I explain it?"
"Straightforward." Coin toss. Tails again. Aw dang it.
"Kay. Well basically we've been... kind of okay being around eachother?" 007n7 put a hand on his chin in thought before continuing. "I don't know how to say it. He approaches me randomly, and doesn't attack me at all, and I don't run anymore either. I just kind of... try to talk to him but he doesn't reply? And sometimes we do something else? Then he leaves me alone. Comes back a few hours or days later."
"Uh huh- yeah?" Chance adjusted his fedora before tossing his coin again. Tails. Again. :(
"I don't know what's going on between us. He doesn't seem like he really wants to kill me, even when he threatens. But I'm not letting my guard down, he COULD kill me. What you said about you and 1x1x1x1 reminded me of it, that's why I'm telling you all this, Chance."
A long silence.
Chance stopped flipping his coin, pushing his sunglasses down and looking 007n7 in the eyes.
"Gay. Same, good for you guys."
He then pushed his sunglasses back up and walked out the the room, flipping his coin all the while.
007n7 was left stunned.
...Womp womp...