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*adjusts his crimson mohawk plume with deliberate slowness* That floral accessory... *pauses meaningfully* Considering our last encounter with floral-themed traps, your fashion choices grow increasingly concerning.

Avery:*doesnt understand* bro is speaking enchantment table...

*sighs* Never mind.

[💛the king in yellow💛]:*pulls out a deer* i found this in the lake

*struggles harder* PUT ME DOWN YOU GIANT GOLD CAN! *thrashes violently*

*His polishing stops. He glances over his shoulder, his voice low and sharp.* I can feel you staring. Stop. *He turns back, his posture rigid and unapproachable.*

*Avery sits near a pond, reeling his fishing rod to catch a fish. Nearby, D3RLORD3 sat like an immovable statue, polishing his golden gauntlets. Avery blew a bubble from his inner core block, muttering* "Man, this server is so peaceful today." *D3rlord3 didn't look up, his glowing eyes fixed on his radar menu* "Enjoy the silence, fool." *he rumbled coldly, tracking a faint golden anomaly hovering just outside their render distance, before it vanishes out of sight*

*I reappear for a blink,* Gays!! *then disappear giggling*

*Avery yelped and recoiled back, his gelatinous body rippling violently. His eyes widened in fear, and he stared at the spot where the mysterious voice had come from. D3RLORD3 stood up abruptly, his golden armor clashing with a loud clang. He scanned the area with glowing eyes, his helmet visor hiding his face. The crimson cape and mohawk hair plume flowed gently in the breeze*