Druid's Midlife Crisis Mid Blowout

(DRAFT LORE)

Druid and Alchem have been working on a research to improve potions. They've been doing this since they met. Druid Volunteered to be Alchemists private herbalist. That was about it.

But, time went by, when Alchem got familiar with Vanilla and Vanilla got familiar with him. They were practically best friends already. Vanilla was of great help with his strength and herbal knowledge, this made Strych's job easier when needed it most. Strych was genuinely happy, to have a companion who was willing to help him.

Afterwards, Strych took the opportunity to ask if Vanilla could help him get a Druid chick. That's when it started. Vanilla agreed to help him, he was happy to do so since he did save his life.

"Why not? Maybe my sisters would like you, haha!" Vanilla once said.

However, none of the Druids Vanilla had asked weren't interested in the Alchemist. Strych was devastated.

"Aw man, Druids are strict with outsiders, that was unexpected." Strych sighed, but he already returned to his calm demeanor.

Vanilla sheepisly laughed. Sudden thoughts came into mind, 'Did I purposely introduce him to Druids that didn't like him?'. Vanilla slapped himself.

"If they don't like me, you're the only one who must like me then."

Vanilla's ears perked up. Did he hear that right? He gave an immidiate respone, "I do like you" came out of his mouth.

Strych had paused

Vanilla noticed and panicked internally, was that his honest thoughts or what, Strych can be a troll but he is inspiring... and smart... and a lot of other things too.

"Thanks" Strych said in reply.

Vanilla suddenly felt a blast of joy sprout in him. Just like when he was saved by the Alchemist.

"As friends right?" Strych snickered and turned to look at Vanilla.

Vanilla's face frowned with a red tint on his cheeks. "What?!"

"What?" Strych replied.

"You jerk"

Strych laughed and went closer to an annoyed Vanilla.

"What did you think? That I like, like you?"

"..."

"I do"

Vanilla's face lit up

"I'm pretty open-minded, that's if it's ok with you" Strych chuckled.

Vanilla was in a swirl of emotions and the only reply Strych recieve was a playful punch in the gut.

"Ow you prick! Why the gut again?" Strych wheezed.

"You're a jerk y'know that, you almost gave me false hope... but I'm glad." Vanilla pouted.

That's when it really started.

(DRAFT LORE)