Cupid's Arrow - yan!dsmp x non-binary!reader

[part 10]: A Daydream, or a new Nightmare?

"Jeez, what are you, a cop? I don't need to tell you anything." You narrowed your eyes at this strange little man, who clearly was a power bottom with a god complex. It was almost glaringly obvious.

Y/n sighed, and decided to throw back the guy's sword, having no use or interest for it, after all, they had their old combat gear from home, courtesy of XD.

The clunk of the metal landing on the grass was the sole sound in the clearing for a second, as the Unripe-Apple looking man seemed to need time to process the action.

"Why... did you give it back?" Another question was asked, and this one received a shrug from Y/n. Key-Lime Pie seemed to be confused.

"Simple. I don't need it. I just felt like messing with you, that's why I took it. Oh, and by the way, get a sheath for it. You'll end up hurting yourself."  You looked at your f/c nails, admiring how the nail polish shined in the natural light, the action giving you an air of confidence and nonchalance, when really you were just deflecting from staring at the mask. It was kind of akward... but, Green Teletubby didn't say anything to that. The silence was un-ironically, golden.

And, for a fairly long moment, the only sounds that could be hear in the clearing were the sounds of birds chirping and the whisper of the leaves in the breeze. Y/n very quickly got tired of it. It was... unnerving to not know what he was looking at, like at all. He could be staring at you without you knowing... yikes.

Anyways, how could he even see in that thing? The eye holes were tiny. If you squinted a little, you could just barely make out... blue? No, wait, green eyes. Wow. Green was certainly a colour scheme this guy was going for. Must be his favourite colour.

But as Y/n stared a little more into the eye sockets of the mask, the grape man seemed to flinch, jolt or something, averting his eyes almost immediately after seeming to realise the attention he was being given. 

"Can... I help you? You shouldn't really be here." The Hoodie/Masky love child seemed to be acting nonchalant, but the sound of his voice was muffled, making his tone of voice harder to identify.

"Oh. Actually, you can. I'm assuming you made your sword, so you probably have recipes for netherite tools and armour. Mind letting me copy those?" You asked, giving him your best 'pleading' and 'please help me' face. The simplistic mask didn't move.

"What's in it for me?" Was the response. You blinked. If he'd payed attention to your words, you'd be giving him a sheath. But clearly, this guy has a problem with his memory or something.

"Well, I can make you a sheath for your sword. And, uh maybe give you a grapple. If I have any, give me a second." The idea for the grapple helpfully popped into Y/n's head, recalling the apples they'd picked up from their escapades in tree punching and the excess of gold in their backpack, courtesy of their godly... sugar daddy? It was a complicated situation.

Oh, wait. You'd need leather for the sheath. Shit... you'd have to bluff your way into postponing that little gift... because there was no way in H-E double gun or hockey sticks that you where going to give anyone a metal sword sheath. Those things were basically a one way ticket to an early grave via blunt sword. And also a loss of hearing.

But, maybe heaven or whatever this world had instead was smiling upon you, because as you panicked over your leather-less state, your hand brushed against something... soft in your bag. Essentially, not a metal or rock.