ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴏᴅ // ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀᴄQᴜᴀɴᴛᴀɴᴄɪᴇꜱ.

A/N - This chapter starts with Techno taking a shower. However, it's not like your everyday shower. There's no spout that shoots out water constantly. He is simply refilling and dumping a bucket of warm water over his head while he sits on a stool. The water drains out from under him through an iron trap door. Also, Ramadan Kareem to my beloved Muslims! Okay, that's all. Enjoy my loves! <3

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𝓣𝓮𝓬𝓱𝓷𝓸'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥.

Steam felt like a blanket around him, while hot water trickled down his body. It's been a while since he's had a decent shower. Meal, too. A part of him was glad he stumbled across this small cabin. Then again, he had no clue on whether it was a good idea to stay or not. More so, whether he wanted to leave.

T̴h̶e̵y̷'̵r̵e̷ ̷n̵i̸c̸e̸ ̸t̸o̸ ̶u̶s̷.̷.̷.̷I̷ ̵w̸a̷n̶n̶a̴ ̷s̷t̸a̶y̴.̴.̷.̸n̷o̶.̷.̶.̷e̴n̸e̵m̷y̵.̵.̸.̴t̴r̴u̸s̷t̶ ̷n̵o̷ ̴o̷n̸e̵.̸.̵.̷

Techno slicked back his hair with one hand. It was hard enough trying to figure out whether he wanted to stay or not by himself, he didn't need the Voices arguing over it too. Refilling the bucket, he poured it over his head, feeling the water crash onto his shoulders. He grabbed a bar of soap from the side and lathered it over his body, only before rinsing again.

I̴'̸m̸ ̴h̸u̴n̷g̶y̶.̴.̸.̶w̴e̸ ̵j̵u̶s̸t̸ ̷a̴t̸e̵.̴.̷.̷s̴h̸u̶t̴ ̷u̴p̷ ̷I̸ ̸c̷a̵n̶ ̶b̵e̷ ̵h̷u̴n̴g̷r̴y̵ ̴i̴f̵ ̶I̷ ̶w̴a̴n̴t̷ ̶t̴o̶ ̵b̸e̴.̴.̴.̷t̶h̶a̷t̸ ̴m̵a̶k̷e̶s̸ ̴n̴o̸ ̷s̴e̶n̵s̴e̴.̵.̸.̴I̵ ̷w̶a̶n̴n̸a̶ ̷s̷e̷e̵ ̸h̴e̶r̷ ̶a̷g̸a̷i̴n̵,̶ ̴s̴h̵e̸'̸s̴ ̵p̴r̶e̶t̴t̵y̶.̵.̸.̵p̸r̷e̵t̶t̸y̴?̷ ̴s̴i̸i̷i̵m̶p̸.̶.̷.̸

Oh my god, please shut up. We just met her today, you can't be calling a random stranger pretty.

B̵u̴t̵ ̴s̸h̸e̸ ̵c̷a̸l̷l̶e̶d̷ ̶u̴s̴ ̴h̴o̵t̸.̶.̶.̴n̸o̵ ̷s̴h̶e̷ ̸c̴a̴l̷l̷e̷d̸ ̷T̸e̶c̴h̴n̴o̶ ̷h̶o̸t̴.̶.̶.̴

They meant temperature wise, idiots. And that's cause I had a fever.

I̴ ̴w̷a̶n̶n̸a̴ ̶s̶t̸a̷b̴ ̷h̸e̵r̵.̷.̶.̴s̶t̴o̵p̸ ̶s̸a̴y̴i̷n̷g̵ ̸y̵o̷u̵ ̸w̶a̵n̴n̸a̴ ̸s̵t̸a̵b̷ ̴s̷o̵m̴e̶t̵h̷i̷n̷g̴,̶ ̸w̴e̷ ̷g̸e̷t̵ ̸i̸t̷.̴.̴.̷n̶o̵,̸ ̴h̴e̵r̵ ̴i̸n̶ ̶p̸a̷r̸t̶i̷c̷u̸l̶a̴r̸.̷.̷.̷w̴h̴y̶?̶.̷.̷.̷t̴h̵e̴y̷'̴r̴e̶ ̶t̷o̴ ̴n̶i̶c̵e̵.̵.̵.̵i̴t̴'̷s̶ ̸d̷a̶n̸g̶e̴r̸o̷u̷s̶.̵.̶.̶b̵r̸u̸h̶h̴h̵h̴h̸.̸.̷.̴

We're not stabbing her! Please, just shut up and let me bathe.

The Voices collectively went silent, for the first time in a while. Actually, now that Techno thinks about it, they weren't going crazy around her either. Weird.

Technoblade pours one more bucket of water atop his soaked-pink hair. The sound of it splashing against the floor fills the small bathroom for a moment before Techno finally stands up and grabs a wooly towel, ruffling his hair with it before wrapping it around his waist.

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𝓨/𝓝'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥.

Y/N was stuck doing the strangers laundry, dipping the clothes in warm water and scrubbing the cloth together to get rid of any dirt or sweat stuck to it. She looked up when they heard the door creek open. Y/N's eyes trailed from the floor up to the man's blue eyes, doing her best to ignore his well-managed body.

"I finished." Techno monotoned. "I need clothes, though." He continued.

"I don't think I have anything in your size... but I do have an old outfit that's way to big for me that a couple of villagers gave to me when their son grew out of it. I'll go look for it." Y/N replied, hanging the wet clothes, that were in the middle of being washed.