Meet me where I Belong

Yes. Tango knew. He’d heard the jokes. He’d answered the questions. He was well aware. Yes.Tango was from hell.Well, not, like, literal hell, but according to the over-worlders, it was close enough. The Nether was a fiery dimension of red, angry loud noises, citizens who’d try to kill you on-sight unless you were wearing something shiny enough to distract them, and occasionally you’d hear a shriek and know you ought to take some evasive maneuvers unless you felt like getting blown up by a fireball. Moving to the over-world to join the Hermits had been…an adjustment. There were a lot of things to get used to, but despite it all, he felt like he could learn to belong here...as soon as he figured out what all these strange new creatures were. Plucking up the courage to go visit his new neighbors would be a good start, right? Even if his anxiety was already hanging by a thread...he could tough it out. It'd be just fine.{In which Tango is new to the over-world, Zed is a sweetheart, and hang on, what the hell is a bee!?}(Febuwhump 2024 - 9 - Bees)