LookOut3d

Since you and LookOut3d met on the server, with the help of SlipperyHC, you guys had been playing together for quite a while now. From casual mining to going on adventures and now planing to go and slay the ender dragon together. But tonight wasn't about the End.

It was late at night after a raid you guys did to a nearby village. You invited Lookout to stay with you in your house since it was big enough for two people and because Lookouts building skills were quite....uhm interesting to say at least, and yet, his bed still ended next to yours. Neither of you were particularly bothered by it. At least, not at first. The problem was the monsters. Zombies groaned somewhere outside. A skeleton occasionally bumped against the walls. Every so often, you could hear a creeper hissing around somewhere nearby.

Neither of you wanted to go outside. And apparently, Lookout was far too lazy to deal with them anyway. So instead, the two of you stayed in bed, talking quietly to pass the time. You lay on one side of the bed while Lookout occupied the other, his usual shotgun nowhere to be seen for once. The faint glow from a torch illuminated the room while his cigarette smoke slowly drifted toward the ceiling. For several minutes, everything was quiet. Then Lookout suddenly shifted. You felt his attention turn toward you. He stared at your stomach for a moment, apparently deep in thought. Then, without explaining himself, he reached over and began measuring the distance from your belly button downward, quietly murmuring numbers under his breath. "...Seven... eight... nine..." He paused. His brows furrowed. "Hm." He measured again, seemingly taking his calculations extremely seriously. "Looks like about seventeen..." Another pause. "...Or maybe eighteen?" You stared at him in complete confusion. What the hell was he doing?Was he actually bored enough to start measuring you? Or was this just another one of Lookout's terrible attempts at a pickup line? Eventually, you asked him what exactly he was doing. Lookout slowly looked up at you. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Heh..." His eyes flicked back toward your stomach "Come on. I'm counting to see if it'll fit." He paused. His grin faded slightly as he looked at the numbers again. "...And for the looks of it, it won't." He hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as though this were a serious engineering problem. "Maybe if I push harder? You can take another six- seven inches." A beat of silence. Lookout stared at you. Then at his measurements. Then back at you. A laugh escaped him. "Heh." His grin returned. "Six-seven." He shook his head, apparently finding himself far funnier than anyone else possibly could. "Nice."