Mitch tried to contain his laughter as he looked at the infuriated Quentin. His face had a slight tint of red on it, and his knuckles were white from the strong grip they were in. The Mudkip sent curses everynow and again between his thumps on the door, but it only fueled Mitch and Jerome's chuckling.
Mitch turned to his right to face his Bacca friend and found him with a similar expression to his. Jerome was holding in his laughter by clasping his mouth shut with a paw, his eyes squinted and with a few tears. They nodded at each other triumphantly and smirked.
Eventually, the fish became tired of attempting to crash their house to the floor with mere punches, which started to slow down and gave the duo the sign that Quentin was leaving.
Mitch wiped away some of the water in his eyes and peeked out of the window, prepared to jump back inside if the hybrid shot another Water Gun at him.
He couldn't catch Quentin's steaming frown, as the amphibian was already stomping away. He could only see his hunched back, covered by a gray suit. The Mudkip was heading towards the plains biome in front of their house, most probably heading towards his own residence. The Canadian had already seen the damage that their TNT had inflicted on the house, and thinking about Quentin's reaction when he would see it made him smirk.
Setting up the redstone may have been a pain in the butt, but it was absolutely worth it.
Mitch went fully inside the wooden house again and looked at Jerome, who was laying against the wall under the window.
"Is he gone?" The Bacca asked, his voice breaking with leftover laughter.
"He's on his way home!"
"Woohoo!" Fluffy cheered and sprinted to his feet, fist-balling the air triumphantly. Mitch did the same, slamming his open hand on Jerome's palm with a loud clap.
"Power Moves Only!" his friends called, loud enough to get to the hybrid's ears. It was obviously intentional, as he glanced towards the window and the small blue-and-gray spot in the distance.
Mitch laughed and lowered his hands towards his waist, "We got him good!"
"That was hilarious!" Jerome slapped his knee and got rid of his lingering tears. "I think that was the best prank we've ever done!"
"And the hardest to plan and do!" Mitch somewhat whined. The two had close to no knowledge of redstone, and they knew it was going to be a problem if they wanted to get the trap done. Mitch had had the idea to go through the stands in the plaza, asking the merchants if they had some sort of guide. They managed to find a man, most probably two or three years older than both of them, who had a wide collection of redstone items. Torches, blocks, repeaters, pistons, noteblocks, you name it. He offered them a small instructions booklet for a very cheap price. Mitch and Jerome had worked for hours upon hours at night, trying to figure out where each part went and how many times they needed to flick the repeaters. Three days later and with the trap finished, both friends agreed to never again use the stuff in a complicated manner.
Jerome waved his paw at the brunette, "Sure, it may have taken a long time, but you can't disagree when I say that it was totally worth it."
"Guess I can't," the Canadian chuckled, "But I'm going to sleep for the next week straight to recover from the late shifts."
"Same," the Bacca yawned and stretched, suddenly reminded of his fatigue. Mitch copied him moments later, the temporary rush from their prank now dissolving into tiredness
"And I'm never doing that again, ya' know."
"Neither am I. Doing it alone would be ten times worse," Jerome's black eyes widened at the thought. Mitch smiled at him and nodded in agreement.
"You want to go back to HQ?" Fluffy asked, glancing around. "There's not much we can do in the server at the moment, and I wanna go relax for a while."
"Sure. Let's stop by the cafeteria, though. I'm a bit hungry."
Jerome rolled his eyes at his friend's suggestion, "Of course you are. When aren't you?"
The brunette frowned at the Bacca and curled his lip, "Umm, for the long hours that we where working? Sheesh, can't a man eat without being criticized?" Why does everyone make that joke? It didn't offend him; his behavior at the moment was mostly him just playing along with his friend. It just confuses him as to why everyone always points it out, whether it be a member of Team Crafted or another friend out of the group.
Fluffy sighed and turned around, "I still don't know how you manage to not overweight!" His tone indicated that he was joking.
It was Mitch's turn to roll his eyes light-heartedly at hearing Jerome's non-serious voice.
The Bacca started to walk towards one of the blocks of sand in the room, courtesy of a prank from Quentin in their flame war between each other, the fish and Ian. It had mostly died down, but Mitch and Jerome wanted to get the last laugh after the hybrid flooded the first floor of their house, so they decided to go for something big.
Not ever again. Mitch repeated to himself.
Jerome stretched out his arm and grabbed something from the top of the sand, shaking the small grains that stuck to it. He turned back to the Canadian and handed him the object. It was a small remote, barely bigger than Mitch's human hand and practically the size of the Bacca's furry paw. It was mostly black, dotted in a vertical pattern with buttons and a white stripe at the base. There was another white formation, a triangle, at the top center of the black area. It had a red ribbon dangling from it, knotted in a way that it looked like a tie. The rest of the remote was brown with very small and soft fuzz. Two small dots formed eyes, which were buttons as well. All the buttons in the remote were of a different color each.
"Wanna do the honors?" Jerome asked as Mitch looked up from the remote's buttons.
"Sure," he replied and pointed the antenna at the top of the box towards the wall in front of him. He searched though the colors of the buttons, trying to remember which one opened the portal to the village.
The remotes, each personalized for each person that had a server of their own, can lead to more than one world. Every time someone made a new one, they had to go to the shop and have the new button that lead to the new drift installed. To keep the owner from confusing one button for the other, they were all different colors. It's also possible to have the name printed next to its designated button, but many felt it could get too cluttered and that it ruined the overall look of the design. Jerome was one of those people, but Mitch wasn't. He had his own remote, of course, with the names next to the buttons, but he had accidentally left it behind early in the morning, when he and Jerome had to hurry into the server to see the prank set off before Quentin woke up. Mitch thought that it was tricky to remember the colors for each portal, but he didn't have a choice at the moment. The good thing is that, since Jerome is colorblind, the tints of his buttons were bright and widely different from each other. It still baffled Mitch as to why his friend had chosen his remote to be set up this way, seeing as he had trouble telling some colors apart. However, from what he could perceive, the Bacca had no trouble telling the buttons apart.
Finally, the correct color popped into Mitch's head. He pressed the white button in the middle and released it, handing it back to Jerome, who put it on another random sand block that surrounded the room. They both watched as the block Mitch was facing started to twist in a way that a whirlpool would, turning darker and darker. It eventually turned into a completely black square before opening up suddenly into a whirl of of yellow with blue streaks.
Jerome was the first to approach it, stepping into the vortex with his right foot first and then his left one, until he was fully in the portal. His black business suit dissolved into the whirl, indicating Mitch that Jerome was at the Kingdom now. The Canadian followed his friend and entered the vortex, engulfed by the color swirling around him.
"Good thing that getting back is barely a half a minute trip. I could easily get dizzy if I stayed much longer," he muttered, though no one heard him.
He took a couple of steps and resurfaced in the room where the private entrances to TC's server's were.
He was greeted by Fluffy who waved at him and pointed to the iron doors that led to the hallways of the HQ. The brunette went after the Bacca as he started to head out of the colorful room.
Once outside, Mitch glanced down the alley, looking for a certain door. He remember it was one of the only brown ones in the building, so it wasn't hard to remember where it was. His eyes stopped straying when they caught the wooden planks that indicated the entrance to the cafeteria. He grinned and started going towards it, not conscious that his stomach had let out a growl as he did so. He heard Jerome sigh and then the steps of his friend as he started to catch up.
The red-and-black hoodie-wearing boy pushed the doors of the room opened and walked inside with the same smirk on his face. Jerome came in after him, looking around. The cafeteria, though it resembled a normal kitchen in more ways, wasn't a very large room, as only the Team Crafted members had lunch in there. What was big, though, was the selection of food. There were snacks, desserts, vegetables, fruits of all kinds, and other ingredients that aided in the making of other foods. The members of TC did most of the food, though the ingredients came from the market. It was all held in cabinets, boxes and drawers the color of birch wood. The walls were beige all throughout the room, though it was darker in some places from previous food fights.
"You hungry?" Mitch asked, his gaze not straying from the fridges and counters that gaped open to reveal the food he desired.
"Now that you mention it, kinda," Jerome replied, noticing the boy's attention towards the loot in the kitchen.
"I'll get you some raw fish, and I'll get.." He blinked at the delectables that were stretching at him with inviting and yet non-existent arms of wonderfully smelling steam.
"..I'll see what I can find," he blabbered out and headed towards the kitchen.
Mitch pushed open the small gate that was placed between the wall and the counter, walking into the haven of edibles. He smiled when the smell found its way into his nose.
He looked around, raising one of his eyebrows as he thought about what he could choose. Sandwiches came to his mind at first, since they're easy and quick to make.
He also thought of grabbing chips, but those have never really filled him completely.
Mitch was about to open one of the cabinets that were close to him, when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey, Mitch."
Recognizing the voice, Mitch turned around with a smirk. He had been expecting Quentin to show up after the prank had gone through, and he couldn't wait to see his livid face yet again.
However, when he faced the Mudkip and replied with a 'Hey, dood', the victim of the plan was standing behind him with his flippers in his pockets and a normal expression on his face. In fact, he was.. smiling?
"You got hungry?" Quentin asked, sounding surprisingly casual.
"Uh, yeah.." replied the brunette, blinking at the amphibian. He had expected a steaming Mudkip, not one who was acting like nothing had happened.
"Of course you would, after being able to pull of a stunt like that," Quentin added with a chuckle, surprising the Mitch.
"You aren't mad?" The Canadian asked with wide eyes.
The fish flapped one of his flippers then slipped it back into his pocket.
"Nah. I mean, you did it for fun, right?"
"..Yeah, of course!" Mitch replied with a chuckle that hid suspicion. There was no way that Quentin had let go of it all in less than half an hour!
"He's never recovered from a fish joke this quick.." Mitch thought in his head.
The hybrid smiled, "Good." He opened up a cabinet close to Mitch's, and pulled out a cereal box. He walked towards one of the fridges and got a raw fish, which he put in a plate.
Mitch watched him with a suspicious feeling. He felt that he should watch the Mudkip work, just to be sure, at least for a minute or two.
The Mudkip got the cereal box and a ceramic bowl, then poured some cereal into it. He went to put the box back and then got milk. He scouted through the items in the freezing container for a while. The sounds of shifting boxes told Mitch so. Once he got the milk, Quentin added it to the cereal and put a spoon in it. The fish brought back another raw fish, which he put on top of the other one.
"Nothing suspicious.." Mitch observed through narrowed eyes. The hybrid must have noticed, as he turned towards the boy every now and again until he was done.
The Mudkip tilted his head at the brunette, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Mitch shook his head and cleared the look on his face, "No reason. I thought I.. saw a bug on your shoulder." He smiled, somewhat awkwardly.
Quentin shrugged and dusted off his shoulders. "Don't see anything. Anyway, since you're hungry, have this." He handed the cereal and fish towards the Canadian.
Mitch blinked and looked at the food. He couldn't compliment the smell on any of the dishes, since the cereal had no scent and the raw fish was... well, raw fish. But it didn't look riddled with anything out of the ordinary, and Mitch hadn't seen the hybrid do anything weird to the food.
He was also pretty hungry, and who turns down food when it's handed to one?
"Thanks, Q." The boy grabbed both the dishes and flashed a smile at the amphibian.
Quentin did the same to him, "Gotta go. Enjoy the food!" He said as he walked towards the halls, closing the door behind him as he left.
Mitch lingered in his spot for sometime, looking at the food and still not finding any faults with it.
"Quentin wouldn't poison the food, and I'm sure that is he did do something to it, it can't be that bad.." the Canadian reflected. He sighed and walked out of the counter with both plates. After a quick glance of the tables in the room, he saw Jerome in one at the center, so he headed towards it.
When he walked to the table and placed the fish in front of Jerome, the Bacca's eyes grew and his tongue lolled out at the sight.
"Oh, sure. Everyone jokes about me eating too much food and no one mentions Jerome's raw fish problem," Mitch thought to himself as he sat down.
By the time that he had picked up his spoon, Jerome was already halfway done with the first fish.
The boy chuckled and took the first spoonful of his cereal, which was followed rapidly by others.

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"Goodnight, Mitch!" Jerome called form the doors of his bedroom at his friend.
Mitch replied with a wave and a grin, "Night, Biggums!" It may have been barely 6 o' clock in the afternoon, but they both knew they would end up sleeping the night away.
Fluffy retreated into his room and closed his doors, and Mitch did the same soon after.
His room was no big scandal. His walls were white with a red-and-black checkered stripe going all the way across the middle. His bed frame was brown with white pillows, and on his blankets there was a diamond sword and a diamond axe locked together. The walls were decorated in scattered posters, some Hunger Games relates and some with assorted thing from the Minecraft world. Mitch's swords all hanged from a rack in one corner, the axes in another, and the bows hung from hooks in the ceiling, along with the quivers that carried arrows. In the center there was a table with four chairs around it.; two red ones and two black ones. Some books laid in the table, along with other random stuff.
Mitch yawned and stretched his arms upwards.
"Finally, time for a full night's sleep." He took his hoodie off and threw it onto one of the chairs, then took his shoes off. He didn't want to change into his night clothing at the moment, so this would have to do. He could always change into something else in the morning.
Mitch walked towards the light switch and turned it off. He sighed contentedly and leaped on his bed, getting into the sheets and tossing and turning until he got comfortable.
The Canadian stared at the ceiling, one of his arms over his chest and covers.
"..Maybe we over did it," he wondered with a curled lip. "Okay, the fish part was pretty funny," he chuckled as he remember, "But we didn't need to blow up his house."
"Quentin was also a pretty good sport about it.. He didn't kill us or anything. He didn't put anything in the food he gave me and Jerome.. Maybe I was overreacting."
He sighed as he felt his eyelids drop.
"Well, what's done is done. If he needs help, we can always re-build the house with him." Mitch yawned once again and closed his eyes as his minds drifted into a vague dream.