Bubba: I meant to write this ship as a joke, but I've gone in too far to back away... A lovely headcanon about the Overlord by Webchow and WrittenInColors is in this story, along with my love of cuddly villains with sweaters.
No milk please
Finally, the chaos was over. Everything was peaceful now. Well, at least outside of Zane's house. He was cooking dinner and the two other residents of his house were arguing and trying to kill each other with pillows, screaming each time they were hit. And they were really good at it, and hit very hard.
The robot was ignoring them, hoping they would calm down once he was done with dinner.
One of them peeked their head in the kitchen, their purple hair covering their eyes, obviously in need of a trim, and their eyes widened seeing what he was holding.
"Nonononono! NO MILK. YOU KNOW I'M WHATEVER INTOLERANT." They shouted.
He had forgotten that?!
The other person looked in as well, opposite of the purplette, his hair a mess, "Yeah! Don't kill Odee!"
"I am an immortal being of darkness! I cannot die!"
"That's not what you said when we got icecream that one time." They started arguing, the blonde boy imitating what the purplette had been like that day. They went back to the other room and grabbed their pillows, fighting again.
Zane turned back to cooking and put the milk down. He supposed he would have to change up the recipe a bit, but that wouldn't be too hard. Sometimes cooking was hard because of the two's strict diets. The blonde had decided he would become a vegetarian and then the other was lactose intolerant.
He finally finished cooking and came out with the food. The two stopped fighting to come and eat.
"There's no milk right?"
"I did not put any in, it is safe for you to consume it."
"Yes!"
-after dinner-
The three decided to watch a movie.
"I call the middle!" The purplette shouted, diving for the center of the couch. He was naturally loud and had not been able to break that habit.
"Aawwww, no fair! You're really cold."
"I AM WEARING A SWEATER." He was wearing a sweater to try and keep warm. The little blonde didn't like sitting next to him because only Zane was immune to how cold his skin was.
Zane put a movie in and sat next to the two, who were huddled under a blanket. It was kind of cold in the house. He would have to remember to turn up the heat in the morning.
"Lloyd, Lloyd, I have a life-saving mission for you!" The purplette looked at the blonde.
"What?"
"Go... Go and make popcorn. It is vital to our livelihood that you make popcorn! Only you can do it!"
"Why can't Zane do it?"
"He just sat down. Go make popcorn."
"Can't you do it?" He groaned, not wanting to more.
"Do you really trust me in making edible food."
"No... Ugh! Fine! I'll make some stupid popcorn!" He got up and went to go make popcorn.
"Yes, obey your master..."
"I heard that."
He did so and came back, angrily handing it to the purplette. Once the previews were done, they all huddled to watch the movie.