no, bea, i didn't base scott and jimmy's interactions around our rp at all, why would you think that?

Cleo stared intently out the window of the Crastle, scanning the plains for any and all threats. After the Dogwarts explosion, everyone was wary. No one wanted to be next. There was a griefer on the server and they were willing to kill.

So, Cleo was the first to notice Tango, Etho, and Impulse creep across the plains and survey the moat warily. She ran up to the top battlements of the building and looked down loftily.

"What are you doing here?" she called down.

The three jumped back and looked up at her. "Nothing!" Impulse said quickly- too quickly for Cleo's liking.

"Yeah, and I'm not a zombie," Cleo retorted. "Spit it out."

"Really, nothing," Tango replied. Nice try, but like she was going to believe them.

"Then what are you doing studying my moat?" Cleo demanded.

"OUR MOAT!" Bdubs' yell came from inside the Crastle.

"Whatever," Cleo muttered, rolling her eyes. "Our castle. But the question remains," Cleo climbed down the side of the wall deftly and landed expertly on a narrow strip of stone wall that outlined the edge of the Crastle.

Tango and Impulse looked at her reverently. "Just coming to admire the beauty of this castle-" Tango explained diplomatically.

"CRASTLE!" Bdubs called again.

"JUST GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE IF YOU'RE LISTENING ANYWAY!" Cleo yelled back irritably.

"FINE!" Bdubs appeared from around the side of the wall and glanced at her incredulously. "What are you doin' up there?"

"Doesn't matter to you," Cleo told him. "What are these three doing here?"

"Like we said, just coming to marvel at the construction of this stunningly gorgeous-" Tango gushed. Clearly just trying to win them over. Well, it wouldn't work on Cleo...

"Why thank you!" ...but it certainly would on Bdubs.

"Bdubs, no," Cleo told him. "Look, clearly they're faking."

"Faking what?" Etho inquired.

Cleo rolled her eyes. "You're just trying to get us on your side to betray you later."

"Uh... no, we're literally just looking at your build-" Impulse tried to say, but Cleo wasn't having it.

"Don't even try this on me-" Cleo began angrily.

"Aaaand we'll just be off!" Tango announced, loudly and definitively. "Come on, you two! Clearly we're not wanted!"

Cleo watched them go suspicously.

"Cle-o!" Bdubs whined. "They were complimenting my Crastle!"

"Yeah, to get you on their side. And it would have worked on you." Cleo replied, leaping across the moat to land on the grass.

Bdubs sighed and went back inside. Cleo just watched the trio go with narrowed eyes.

"Well that was rude!" Impulse exclaimed as soon as he, Tango, and Etho were outside of Cleo's hearing range.

"She's just wary," Tango pointed out. "Dogwarts got blown up, she doesn't want the castle to be next."

"Still!" Impulse huffed indignantly. "Doesn't she have better things to do than accuse everyone who comes by?"

"Apparently not," Tango shrugged. 

Impulse gave up on it. "So where are we going?"

Etho pulled out his compass and flipped it open. "We're headed to the swamp; that's northwest of here."

"So... back behind Dogwarts? Where we came from?" Impulse asked.

"No, that's northeast, Impulse," Etho corrected him kindly. "Northwest is up by the desert, between them and Dogwarts."

"Oh," Impulse said sheepishly. "So... we're right in between the war, if it happens?"

"I suppose, yeah," Tango agreed. "Grian will always start a war if he can, and Ren's not gonna turn down the excuse to be all dramatic."

"I bet Grian blew up Dogwarts!" Impulse exclaimed brightly, like a small child who's just figured out that A stands for apple.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Etho pitched in. "Grian might be known for TNT and pranks, but he doesn't grief, and he doesn't kill people."

"Not on Hermitcraft he doesn't," Impulse considered this. "But this isn't Hermitcraft; the rules are totally different."

"I suppose," Etho decided. "Still, it's not Grian's kind of thing."

"I guess you're right," Impulse conceded. He shrugged it off and switched to bored-ten-year-old mode. "Are we there yet?"

"No, and don't-" Tango began. "Oh, no."

Impulse gave an impish grin; he'd just been told not to do something. "Oh, yes."

"Oh, please no," Tango protested.

"Are we there yet?" Impulse asked again.

Tango glared at him. Impulse waited several seconds. "Are we there yet?"

And so the conversation descended into chaos.

Scott and Jimmy were having a wonderful time in the flower valley.

On their first day, they'd dug out a hobbit hole which Scott had happily decorated with a cyan concrete and oak wood entrance. They'd dug paths around the lake and planted sugarcane around the bank of the lake. Their next task was to build stepping stones in the pond.

"Come on, Jimmy!" Scott called, wading in the water happily.

"But I don't wanna!" Jimmy protested.

"Why not?" Scott asked teasingly, turning with a splash of droplets.

"Because- because I don't have the right clothes on!" Jimmy stammered, gesturing to his Captain-America-esque suit.

"Oh, it'll be fine!" Scott waved away his worries. "You have spare ones!"

"I suppose-" Jimmy was interrupted by Scott bounding through the shallows to him, sand cascading around in his wake. He held out his hand and Jimmy hesitated. Scott grabbed him and pulled him off-balance, catching him as he fell towards the water.

Jimmy glanced up at his friend. Scott's blue hair blended into the bright sky, and the flowers in it sparkled with the reflections of the light off of the water. Jimmy blushed at the position as Scott pushed him back onto his feet.

Scott hesitated with a slight nervous grin. "Your feet are wet, now you might as well come in."

"Alright, fine," Jimmy conceded, secretly filling with odd happiness.

Scott headed out towards the middle and turned. Jimmy stopped and watched him. "Here, you have this." Scott handed him a shovel and a bunch of dirt, cobblestone, and lilypads, then waited for Jimmy to move.

"You can do the first stepping stone," Scott said when Jimmy didn't move for several moments.

"Oh- okay," Jimmy turned and built up the rock, then shifted away his shovel and materials and spread his arms. "Ta-da!"

"Cute!" Scott exclaimed, then with a grin leaped at him and pushed Jimmy fully into the water. 

Surprised, Jimmy tried to exclaim as water rushed into his nose. His head popped up quickly, and he gasped and spluttered. "Scott!"

Scott giggled, then froze. "Oh my god, are you okay?"

Jimmy coughed up a bit more, then stood up and smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Oh, phew," Scott's grin reappeared and he blushed at his reaction. Why did he always seem to embarrass himself around Jimmy?

Jimmy looked at him oddly, as if surveying him for some trap or plan- oh!

Scott realized Jimmy's thoughts a moment too late, as Jimmy announced,"But I'll be better than okay if I do this!" and leapt past Scott, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the water too as he did so.

Scott let out a small sigh of satisfaction at the cool water's touch and the calm, peaceful world under the surface, before bursting back above it to see Jimmy looking at him, eyes smiling and a goofy, happy grin on his face.

"Jimmy!" Scott exclaimed in fake annoyance, then lunged at him. 

He and Jimmy were thrust back under the cold, engulfing water, then popped back up, both laughing.

"We should do the rest of the stones," Jimmy pointed out with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Alright," Scott agreed reluctantly, wishing they could play like this for hours, forever, just he and Jimmy and the water and the sounds of life and joy all around them.

But they had work to do, and they dragged themselves to it.

i like writing Scott and Jimmy far too much-
and yes this is your last bit of fluff before the storm.
(Probably)