So originally I reached out to an online sibling of mine who knows more about Tubbo than me for help, and it turned it into us collabing for this one.
So we decided, sure we'll Collab for this whole book, I mean now we have two on their account and one on my account.
So go follow my sibling cleache_theater_nerd as they'll probably help me cowrie more Oneshots in this book :)
Little! Tubbo Cg! Dream
!THIS IS PURELY PLATONIC. TUBBO IS A MINOR AND WE DON'T SHIP MINORS HERE!
. Tubbo was excited, of course he was, I mean he was in the US for the first time and visiting Dream!
Sure the two weren't super close, but the excitement alone was enough to have him in a fuzzy between state, and the tiredness left behind from the jet lag wasn't helping.
It was around 3 pm right now and he was just scrolling through twitter as he waited for dream to pick him up at the airport, as the older had promised to.
Sure enough he got a text from Dream.
'I'm at the McDonalds by your gate.'
It was simple, but left Tubbo more excited. With a hum, he grabbed his backpack and suitcase, going over to the McDonalds.
It wasn't hard to spot the other, quite the opposite.
I guess bright green hoodies stick out. Oh and his height, yeah that definitely helped Tubbo spot him.
When tubbo saw dream, excitement bursted through him and he hugged the guy, "hello clay!" Tubbo said with excitement while dream was taken back for a second
"Well hello to you too tubbo," he spoke, a smile prominent in his voice as he lightly hugged the teenager back.
The two hugged for a minute before tubbo let go, bouncing a bit on his heels despite the jet leg making him a bit week. The two started walking away before dream stopped, "oh I forgot, are you hungry? Crap I completely forgot that why I waited at the McDonald's, what would you like?"
Tubbo grinned, humming softly. "Can I get a Happy Meal? With Nuggies!" He said with a grin, bouncing on his heels.
Now normally he wouldn't answered with something that wasn't so childish, but with headspace creeping up on him it was natural automatic response.
Dream noted how tubbo responded but dusted it off, tubbo was a kid after all- who was he kidding, Tubbo's 17! But no, tubbo seriously reminded clay as a kid. Oddly enough, he was quick to go along with this, he didn't know why but it sorta just clicked. "Alright, come on then, I'll order," Dream kept at a steady pace with Tubbo, as a parent would walking next to their kid, a protective aura coming from him.
