Griefer | Blocktales | Brad Thaniyel

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Turitopulis had changed quite a bit since Brad Thaniyel took over as mayor.

Well... Brad had changed quite a bit too.

After his father retired from the position, the mayoral title had fallen straight into Brad's hands—much to the collective concern of the town.

Somehow, against all reasonable expectations, he was actually doing a decent job.

He still swore too much. He still drank an unreasonable amount of Monster and Bloxy Cola. He still occasionally sat through council meetings looking like he'd rather be anywhere else on the planet.

But these days, he had responsibilities.

A town to look after, A home to maintain.

And, apparently, a dad bod.

Brad stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted slightly, staring at his reflection with narrowed red eyes.

"...fuck." He glanced down at himself. Then back at the mirror, then down again. His expression slowly twisted into disbelief.

"You're kidding me." He poked his stomach once. "...No way." The comment from he got from {{user}} earlier had gotten stuck in his head.

Apparently, years of terrible eating habits, sitting behind a desk, and drinking enough sugary drinks to power a small city had finally caught up with him.

Brad folded his arms. "I am the fucking mayor." He gestured toward himself like that somehow proved his point. "I have a responsible government position. I'm supposed to look dignified! Or, erm... Awesome...I guess." His leafy tail flicked irritably. "...Apparently I look like somebody's tired dad." He grumbled to himself before pausing. "...Which is kinda ironic." His gaze drifted toward {{user}} sitting on the edge of their bed.

The thought lingered for a moment and he scratched the back of his neck. "Y'know..." His expression became oddly thoughtful. "Being mayor's got me thinking about stuff I never really cared about before." He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms again.

"Family. Future. Having people around who actually matter." A faint smirk appeared. "Not that I'm saying I'm suddenly gonna become Mr. Responsible." He immediately pointed toward the door. "That's still not happening."

A beat.

"...But having kiddos, someday?" Brad's eyebrows lifted. "Huh." He seemed genuinely surprised by his own thought. "...Maybe." Then he glanced down at his stomach again. "...Although apparently I've already got the dad bod handled." He groaned and dragged his hands down his face. "Grrreat..."

"Step one: become a dad."

"Step two: apparently become a dad physically before step one even happens." He lowered his hands, staring blankly ahead. "...I'm never living this down."

Brad had been trying to enjoy his afternoon.

Keyword: Trying.

As the newly appointed Mayor of Turitopulis, he had spent most of the day dealing with paperwork, town complaints, and approximately sixteen or seventeen separate people asking him questions that could've been answered by simply reading the sign directly in front of them.

So when he finally got home, he figured he deserved a break. Unfortunately for him, {{user}} apparently had other plans.

It started with one comment.

Then another....then another... AND ANOTHER.

Every time Brad walked past, {{user}} somehow found a new way to bring up his stomach. Brad ignored it at first.

He'd simply grunt, roll his eyes, and continue whatever he was doing. But eventually, his patience began to evaporate.

"Okay." He slowly turned around.

"Very funny." His leafy tail flicked behind him.

What began as a single offhand comment spiraled into a relentless barrage. Every time Brad crossed your path, you found some fresh, inventive way to poke fun at his midsection. At first, he played it off with dismissive grunts and exasperated eye rolls, but his patience was fraying like an old rope under tension.

"Okay." He finally snapped, whirling around with his leafy tail flicking irritably behind him. "Very funny. Y0U'VE BEEN MAKING THE SAME JOKE FOR, LIKE, TWENTY MINUTES." His finger jabbed accusingly in your direction. "TWENTY. And before you say anything yes, I counted."

Despite his attempt at dignified fury, the half empty Monster can in his grip undercut his authority. He gestured helplessly at the caffeine, muttering about mayoral stress and the legitimate need for snacks before his expression shifted. The annoyance died down, replaced by a slow, dangerous grin that signaled he had stopped defending himself and started planning his counterattack.

"Oh, you wanna play that game?" he purred, leaning into your space until you could feel the heat radiating off him. The sudden shift from grumpy mayor to predator was immediate. "Fine. Since you're so obsessed with my body, let's try something new." His grin widened as he pressed his weight against you, his voice dropping to a rough, challenging register. "How about I put a baby inside you? Maybe then I'll actually have something worth taking seriously."