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Originally Posted by Caspian

He had finally gotten the minions to bed, as they had told him Snatcher usually tucked them in, gave them snacks, and read them bedtime stories to put them to sleep, though he was starting to wonder if that was actually true, since that seemed oddly out of character for Snatcher. But… well… he couldn’t say he’d know what Snatcher’s affection felt like.

Why was he even here again?

Moonjumper knew that Snatcher had wanted him to take care of the forest, so he tried his best to do so, though he did run things very differently than how Snatcher did. The situation still confused him a tad, to be honest. He did actually enjoy being in Subcon forest, though. It was serene. Peaceful. Maybe that was why his… friend? No, acquantice, liked it so much.

Even if this was the case, Moonjumper still felt obligated to be kind to the minions.

He sighed, sitting down on the red armchair. He was sure that he was tired; taking care of the minions was hard work. How did Snatcher even do it? Wasn’t their nightly routine exhausting to him?

Moonjumper jolted as he got a call from Snatcher. That was a… surprise, to say the least, considering their current relationship and it’s stability. He fumbled with his phone for a moment, still dealing with the wave of surprise that came over him.

He answered the call and held his phone up to the side of his head, seeing as he didn’t really have any notable ears, but he could still hear; like most creatures, to tell the complete truth.

He didn’t want to put the phone on speaker, as he worried Snatcher would be paranoid about somebody hearing him through the phone, speaking words only meant for Moonjumper.

“Yes?” Moonjumper asked, not as surprised anymore. He forced his voice to seem as if he was calm and serene, but he was actually quite tense; why did Snatcher call him? He had spoken with Snatcher over the phone before, though he still couldn’t shake surprise and a tense feeling whenever he did. Snatcher wasn’t very nice to him. But Moonjumper supposed that’s what he deserved. He had taken over Snatcher’s dead body, so he deserved it. Right? Nonetheless, he still openly showed affection towards Snatcher— even if the damn tsundere wouldn’t do it back often.

Nonetheless, he had answered the call. He couldn’t just hang up. That would be rude. And Moonjumper really didn’t like being rude.

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(please, god, no it has begun-)

(oh goodness, ur already writting MJ so well)

Snatcher was silent for a moment as Moonjumper answered the call. He stared down at the planet again, duly noting that the white specter was living down there. With his minions. In his forest. Probably screwing things up. His fist tightened around the blanket.

Or... maybe they weren't. Maybe the minions like them more, maybe they were already hearing the heartbeat of the forest, maybe- No. Absolutely not. He couldn't think like that, not now, with all these other disgusting thoughts racing in his head.

"Hey," he finally managed, barely over a whisper. He made no attempt at his big, ghostly voice. "Can you... come up here?"

Teleporting. Another thing he couldn't do.

(sorry short post, next will be longer, i promise, im really tired rn)