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His plan had never been to truly destroy anything on Hermitcraft but when Xisuma invited him to join for their birthday he was on board with the plan.
After that X pulled him into other schemes and story lines which meant his brother just never revoked his whitelist.
He’d heard from Hels who’d heard from Wels that Keralis was visiting family, the fact the eldritch being, cryptid whatever the fuck he was, had family was honestly a bit surprising.
But the arguably more important part was that meant there was no one Xisuma truly listened to on the server, which meant he wasn’t taking care of himself.
So three days into Keralis’ week long trip he made his way onto the server and snuck into Xisuma’s base.
He knew his twin and he knew he was extremely worried about fire tick being on this season so he snuck into his admin room, really his office, the admin house was elsewhere.
Sitting at his desk admin screens open with scrolling code was his brother.
“‘Suma,” He called.
X jumped, startled by his voice, before turning around, “‘avier what are you doing here?”
“Thought I’d check on a certain derp before I destroyed the server,” He half joked.
X leveled an unamused glare in his direction, helmet blessedly off meaning he got the full picture of his eyebags.
“Come on X, I’ll make you some food, then you’re taking a nap,” He said.
“It’s a Hermit meeting day, I have to be there,” Xisuma argued.
He shrugged, “Switch me armor, give me notes, I can do it.”
“And what if someone brings up something serious?” Xisuma asked, half a protest.
“I can keep notes for you and just say I’ll follow up with them,” He said, then offered, “I’ll record the whole thing.”
X worried his lip, actually thinking about it.
“Come on Bug, I’ve been to a few of these before,” He said.
X’s posture slumped a bit, “Okay but no doing anything crazy in my name.”
“Of course, now go shower, I’ll make food,” He said, pulling off his helmet.
Xisuma turned off his admin screens before handing over his comm. The meeting was in an hour and a half, which meant he had about an hour to feed and get Xisuma to sleep. Xisuma went to his bathroom and he soon heard the shower starting.
He went to the kitchen and put a pot of water to boil. He knew X kept a stash of chorus pasta, made from the stems of chorus fruit so as he waited for the water boil he all but fought his way out of his armor and faked a leaving message for himself using the admin permissions on his brother’s comm.
He dumped the pasta into the pot once the water was boiling, standing in just his undersuit.
As he was straining the pasta his twin walked in, holding his armor in his arm but wearing a soft t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.
“Put it on the couch,” He said.
“My helmet’s by the door,” X said.
He nodded, “My comm’s on the counter and it looks like I left.”
Xisuma set his armor on the couch, “Do I need your comm if I’m just gonna be sleeping?”
“For emergencies yes,” He said simply.
X took the comm.
It was certainly not the first time they’d swapped places, far, far, from it, but X was always a bit worried about it.
As they ate he went over X’s notes for the meeting, asking and writing down the clarification where he needed it.
He heard X off to bed before starting on the dishes and changing into Xisuma’s armor.
One last check to make sure his twin was actually asleep and he was off to the meeting spot, spawn, thirty minutes before the meeting started.
He started the recording the moment he sat down so that he didn’t have to do it once Hermits started appearing.
He only got a few odd looks, Wels because he probably suspected something, the other looks though were probably because of how well rested he was.
After the meeting goodbyes were exchanged and most Hermits left.
Wels came up, the new armor was certainly something but they went with his theme, which good for him, he was glad Hels had yet to take on something similar. Either way the knight said, “Xavier.”
He smirked under X’s helmet, “Was it the being well rested but or did I give it away with something different?”
“I’m also a twin,” Wels began, “But it was mostly the looking like you’ve slept, yeah.”
He nodded, “Well my derp of a twin is currently sleeping so work has been done to rectify that.”
Wels nodded then left.
The switch was successful which meant he could swap back to his armor and leave.
But if once the last Hermit left he went back to X’s base, got out of X’s armor carefully putting it away, changed into soft clothes of his own, and climbed into bed next to his twin?
Well that was between him and Xisuma.