Warrior-Z X Garf copypasta part 3
Warrior-Z couldn't help but smile at the sight of Garf's backpack, adorned with Genshin Impact pins, each one a tiny, gleaming declaration of his love for the game. It was a stark contrast to the seriousness of the moment, and the absurdity of it all seemed to break the tension that had been building between them. He stepped closer, tracing his finger along the outline of one of the pins, feeling the rough edges of the metal dig into his skin. "It's not weird, Garf," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "It's just... you."
Garf's cheeks reddened further as he let out a small laugh, a sound that was music to Warrior-Z's ears. "Thanks," he said, his voice filled with relief. He took a step closer, their bodies now touching, the warmth of their bare chests mingling. "But I need to tell you something else." His eyes searched Warrior-Z's face, looking for any signs of judgment or mockery, but finding none, he took a deep breath and continued, "I'm still sad about Yevgeny Prigozhin."
Warrior-Z's smile faded, his gaze growing serious. He knew about Garf's obsession with the jewish oligarch, how he had been a silent admirer of his strategic prowess, often posting about him on social media. The news of his downfall had hit Garf hard, leaving him feeling lost and disillusioned. "I know," he murmured, his thumb brushing over Garf's bottom lip. "But tonight, let's focus on us."
The room felt charged with an unspoken understanding, the electricity