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Zam knows he doesn't really have to keep this a secret, but he knows it would save both of his and Wemmbu’s pride if the few people still around didn’t find out. His empire just got bombed— most people that he knew were here, he sent off to do something else. It just left him, of course. Though, on the rare occasion someone came back, he didn’t want them to see him meeting with Wemmbu of all people. They’re working together to track down Spoke, but it doesn’t mean that they’re a big fan of each other. Or, at least that's what they're telling people. They make each other less of a target if no one knows the actual truth. The actual truth being the fact they don't actually hate each other.
The idea of them hating each other was far from the truth. Just because Zam says he hates Wemmbu half the time doesn't make it correct. Zam would consider Wemmbu one of his closest friends. In reality, they have grown a lot closer in trying to figure out where Spoke was. Anyways, Zam jumps off from the four-foot railing he was walking along to get to the ground. From there, he takes a walk to the nearest forest. What? They had to go somewhere far enough that someone like Mapicc or even Wifies and Parrot would have no chance in finding them. From there, Zam looks around the trees for a small stone button until he spots it. The button opens up a small tunnel underground, and Zam walks in knowing who he's going to find.
"Hey." Wemmbu says when Zam appears in his line of sight. "I robbed Squiddo of her entire garden." One thing about his friend that Zam had noticed was that Wemmbu was a very interesting person. If you tell him 'No, Wem. You shouldn't go destroy Squiddo's entire house design and piss her off!' he will do it anyway. That is just the kind of person Wemmbu is, and Zam has gotten very used to his friend's antics.
Zam rolls his eyes and places the basket full of fruit down onto the cobblestone. “I’m not sure why I needed to know that.” Really, he isn’t. It would have been a lot easier on his conscious if he thought Wemmbu went out of his way to find a field of flowers.
Well, to be fair. Technically Squiddo’s garden was a field of flowers, and it was perfect enough for Wemmbu to go steal half of her collection. “Why not?” Wemmbu smiles and sits down on the opposite side from where Zam is standing.
Oh sweet classic Wemmbu. Zam crouches down to take out one of the strawberries he brought with him. “What am I going to do with you, Wem?”
”Love me because I’m one of your closest friends?” Wemmbu jokes. He isn’t wrong, not really anyway. Not a lot of people on the server like or trust him, and to be fair, Zam gets it. Even he has the knowledge of how not so good of a person he is.
Though, Zam still brings a hand up to Wemmbu’s head and pets him as if he’s a cat. Maybe he is a cat. A purple cat. Zam can see it.
Wemmbu’s nose twitches and he shakes Zam’s hand off him. “Bro?”
”Bro.” Zam agrees, taking another strawberry out of the picnic basket. “My sweet Wemmbu.”
”Get out of my secret bunker.” Wemmbu isn’t actually mad at him, nor does he genuinely mean he wants Zam to leave. See, that’s just the way their friend ship is. Maybe if the others around them could tell they were only joking around, they wouldn’t have to hide the fact they’re friends.
Wemmbu takes a strawberry out of the basket himself this time. Zam watches him as he does. It makes him feel better to see someone he loves and cares about taking care of themself, and this is something his friend has grown very familiar with.
The two of them sit in a comfortable silence. They probably shouldn’t just be sitting down here when they’re like sitting ducks, but no one would even know where to find them.
Zam has had that Parrot and Wifies are busy with whatever Spoke has them doing. (Don’t tell this to anyone else, but Zam has a feeling that the two of them are being sent on a wild goose chance to waste their time. He might laugh if one of them dies along the way, but he knows he would be devastated if he lost Wemmbu. It’s good to not jinx things.)
Zam looks at the daisies and roses sitting on top of a chest in the corner. “Are those the flowers you stole from Squiddo?”
Wemmbu, with two strawberries in his mouth, turns around to look at where Zam is pointing. He nods once, puts a finger in the air and somehow manages to swallow both of the berries without choking on one of them. “Those are the leftover flowers.”
Zam tilts his head. “Leftover flowers?”
”Leftover flowers.” Wemmbu nods. “I didn’t take that much.”
As if he didn’t say only five minutes ago he robbed Squiddo of her entire garden. Wemmbu likes to act like that wasn’t something he said the moment Zam walked in.
Oh well. “That’s not what you said a few minutes ago.” Sweet sweet Wemmbu.
Zam loves him. Most of the time, when he isn’t trying to be evil. He’s trying to be evil right now, though, and so Zam doesn’t think he’s a very big fan of Wemmbu in the current minute.
”Do you know what a joke is?” Wemmbu’s irritation shows a bit there. Good. Let him be a little bit irritated. Irritated Wemmbu is funnier anyway.
Yes, Zam likes to irritate his friend. Leave him alone, he’s sure that you would do the same thing if you were in his shoes. Or not. That doesn’t mean he cares all that much.
They’re perfect for each other, see? Yeah. “I know what a joke is. I wasn’t aware of the fact that you were joking.”
Another strawberry taken out of the picnic basket. At this rate, they’re going to eat all of the strawberries before they even touch one of the yummy sandwiches Zam slaved over a counter for.
So, Zam does what Zam does best, and bats at Wemmbu’s hand when he attempts to take his seventh strawberry. “First of all, what do you mean you didn’t know I was joking? I’m not that mean. I didn’t burn someone’s house down to the ground at least.”
Spoke and Mapicc shade is very good. Wonderful, even. Zam has taught Wemmbu very well. “And second of all, why are you hitting me for eating??”
How offended Wemmbu sounds makes it funnier. Maybe Zam is the one who has a problem, actually. “Eat something more than a strawberry, weirdo.”
Wemmbu groans and digs his hand into the basket to pick one of the five sandwiches out. They’re all made the same way, because Wemmbu gets mad if there is anything other than cheese, ham or mayonnaise on a sandwich.
And Zam doesn’t have it in him to make a sandwich any different. Wemmbu nods, so Zam can only assume that it is Wemmbu approved.
“I made you something.” Wemmbu says in between bites of his sandwich.
Whenever Wemmbu says he made you something, nine times out of them, you’re about to be blown up by an orbital cannon. Zam can’t necessarily say he’s excited by the idea of that.
But not even Wemmbu is that stupid to blow up his own base. Zam takes the bait. “What did you make for me?”
Wemmbu finishes gulping down the sandwich like he hasn’t eaten in the last ten years. Which Zam knows he has, because Wemmbu eats golden carrots like they’re the only thing to exist in their world. “It’s by the flowers. You didn’t notice two flower crowns?”
A flower crown…
Zam can’t say that was what he was expecting. Especially not from someone like Wemmbu. “You made me a flower crown?”
Wemmbu nods before he stands up and takes the short walk over to that side of the room to grab both of them gently. “Do you want me to put it on you?”
”Yeah.” Zam agrees. To be fair, he can’t even remember the last time he even had a flower crown, it has been a long time since. Nowadays, Zam wouldn’t be caught dead in one.
Though it was Wemmbu, and how was Zam ever supposed to say no to his sweet sweet Wemmbu? Wemmbu is careful not to break the flowers on the crown as he places it on Zam’s head.
Then, Wemmbu places the crown he made for himself on his head as well, and takes one of the four sandwiches remaining.
Zam should eat one of them before Wemmbu gets to all of them, but… Whatever. At least Wemmbu is happy, and they have pretty flower crowns on top of their heads.
There is about they have to take care of later today, but right now? They can just relax in the safety of a base no one knows exists, and everything is going to be okay. For now.