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-jschlatt-
Mm ok 😕 I needa shower first tho, I'm stinky
3:45pm
Please hurry
3:45pm
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I always wonder why I never dry my hair after a shower, I just can never be bothered. It pains my scalp to rub the gruff towel so AGGRESSIVELY in an attempt to dry my very disgusting (yet, now clean) locks. My baggy ass hoodie is slightly damp from the moisture still clinging onto my build. Yeah, I'm not wearing a shirt. You never know when you'll need to easily slip out of your attire on a certain special someones command, plus, this shits comfy as fuck.
I'm waiting at the Soot households door. I can hear yelling from inside, I don't know who, its muffled, but it seems pretty heated.
I gently pound on the door a few more times, I dont think they heard me over the noise. My hypotheses was correct as the shouting stops for a few moments. I patiently await for someone to click open the door, it doesn't take that long till I see Technos face peer out from behind the door. He opens it only a crack, like I'm just going to reach him and grab him and run away. (I would never.)
"Uh." Techno opens the door fully now, I think I intruded on something "Whats up."
"Wil wanted me over."
"I AM GOING TO BITE YOU." I hear Tommy shriek from inside.
Phils offended gasp follows shorty after "Don't be a brat!"
"I'M NOT A BRAT!!" I hear him sob.
"Heated." I mummer.
Technos shoulders sag a bit "Mhm. You can come in, Wilbur will probably take a minute." He says before disappearing inside, I follow in behind him.
"Schlatt is here, Dad." Techno hummed, stepping into the madness. I decide to linger near the door instead.
"Oh, thats great champ." Phil seems too focused on trying to stay calm with his sobbing son to even look up at me. Tommy is sticking his tongue out at his dad.
Tubbo is sort of just standing there off to the side, he seems a bit lost. He tics, his the heel of his hand coming into contact with his head.
"Ow!" He complained after.
"Tubbo stop it!" Phil snarls at the child. Tubbo looks absolutely terrified for being shouted at.
I'm so distracted by the family arguing I don't notice the newcomer untill he wraps his arms around me. We both stumble against the (thankfully) closed door, my knees buckle on me, and as I'm pressed against the door its pretty hard to regain footing.
He releases me partly to look down on me, I just sort of stare back up with this dazed look. What else can I do? This fucking giraffe just plowed into me.
"Sorry." His face is blank, but I can see the red around his eyes. He was probably crying, or, like, smoking weed. I want to ask what happened but it most definitely doesn't seem appropriate for me to speak while we're in this position. I just laugh nervously.
"Uh- yeah." He lets me go and turns towards the stairs located only a few feet away from the door, tilting his head a bit to gesture that we're going upstairs now. Its not like we have anywhere else to go as Tommy and Phil are still going at it, Techno is just spectating. I straighten up on my wobbly legs, I don't think they noticed my embarrassing tumble.
