Okay, so, a well known factor of Wemmbu is that he NEVER takes off his mask. It’s a huge part of his identity, it’s how he hides, it’s how he keeps control.

There’s rumors he didn’t have one before the PrinceZam empire arc. Though, these are just rumors, and no one really knows or remembers how he looks like.

The only people who have seen his face are Egg, Minutetech, and the people he tricked and murdered using it.

Another fact, he’s in a relationship now! Not with one, not two, but THREE people. His wonderful partners being: Flame, Parrot, and Spoke. HIS lovelies— Okay, getting off track.

Wemmbu loves them, they love him, they all love eachother dearly.

And as much as Wemmbu loves them with all his heart, he hasn’t shown his face to them.. ever. Not even Flame with how much they’ve fought! You’d expect that mask to crack even somewhat, but nope. It’s stubborn like its owner.

So, he thought that his dears deserved to see his face, even if it’ll probably be only once or so. …he hasn’t decided yet, he’ll see.

———

The purplette has made himself quite comfortable in Flame’s(though it counted as all of theirs) base, like he owns the place — which, y’know, fair enough.

His mask is off, safely tucked away in his inventory for later usage. And not only that, he’s grabbed a few of Flame and Parrot’s clothing.

So what? They were big and Flame’s warm! A nice change from his usual flashy and royal wear. He wears it because it’s pretty and good for aura farming, duh.. but he enjoys comfortable clothing every now and then.

The multi-hybrid wanders around the base, eventually settling in the living room and propping himself on the couch. He distantly wonders where the others currently are.. Getting more gear, beating some players’ asses, being stupid, making potions, being hot—? That’s enough thinking for now actually.

He’s so zoned out he fails to hear someone enter the base — Flame, and then the halfhearted groan as the blaze hybrid realized that there was indeed a purple someone in his base.

“Dude, Wemmbu, bro, what are you—“

He freezes in his steps as he takes in what was so perfectly presented to him.

Wemmbu, his Wemmbu, in his base, in his couch, in his clothes, and most importantly: maskless.

The purplette stared back, expression not hidden for once. Pretty golden diamond-shaped irises, black sclera and beautiful white lashes. Pale skin, purple hair loose and free in the most perfect way, black horns, Flame’s black hoodie that was oversized on him just enough to leave little to the imagination.

Holyfuckholyholyfuck

Flame stared, frozen.

“I-.. wow..”

He breathed out, flushing and taking in every little expression on Wemmbu’s face.