(DISCONTINUED) bumblebees : benchtrio

chapter one | humming birds [REMASTERED]

summary: tommy and ranboo discuss the hummingbirds that have visted the sugar water feeders throughout the past week. tubbo, with curiosity sparkling within him, goes outside only to hear the buzz of the small avians fluttering around the feeder.

rewritten december 11th, 2021.
rewrite finished may 2nd, 2022.

data log 001 : humming birds
benchtrio centric
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light humming echoed softly around the small kitchen, a freakishly tall enderman flipping pancakes into the air with a frying pan and spatula. behind him sat an annoyed strawberry blonde, who appeared to be tuning his mandolin. his brow was furrowed, and his blistered fingers skidded gracefully over each string as he tried to test the wonky tune.

"god fuckin' damnit!" he yells, putting the mandolin down with a pout. he was rather frustrated and couldnt be bothered to continue working on fixing the sound. "why cant i get that right?"

"toms, its six in the morning. cant you wait until tubbo is awake to throw a fit?" the man covered in vitiligo murmurs with a firm tone, sharp green gaze turning to look back at his blonde friend. his two tails flicked in annoyance, hitting the oven door lightly.

the blonde grumbled in response, leaping off the chair he originally sat on and stomping his way to the parlor. he reached atop a wide bookcase, sliding a thin case out from the top of it. within the case sat a vinyl record, of which he pulled out from the casing and placed it gently into a turntable that sat on the box television in the room.

he put the needle onto the rim of the vinyl, its music beginning to fill the silence of the humble cottage. a lovely way to begin the morning, he would think to himself. "ranboo, ive put a disc on!" he shouts from the living space, a loud snarl heard from the kitchen moments after.

"tommy, 'bo hasnt woken up! keep it down!" he entered the living room with a glare, holding a plate of pancakes and freshly cut fruit in the air. "take your breakfest and be quiet, we dont need our workaholic awake right now."

the blonde grumbled, yanking the plate haphazardly out of his friends hand and plopping himself onto the couch. ranboo followed soon after with two more plates in his hands, sitting himself down and rather quickly eating his portion.

the clopping of hooves sounded down the narrow hallway, alerting the two teens sitting in the parlor. ranboo quickly scurried to his feet, and darted towards the brunette making his way tiredly to the area. the goat hybrid was rubbing his exhausted, cloudy blue eyes, and his cedar wood cane dragged lazily behind him.

"good morning, 'bo." ranboo trilled, hovering over the smaller's shoulder. a loud purr rumbled through the enderman, making the boy below him softly chuckle. "ive made you breakfest, some fresh pancakes and sliced peaches with a light dusting of powdered sugar!"

tubbo looked up, eyeing the fuzzy looking figure in front of him. "oh really, now? i could smell it from the bedroom." he responded, grabbing the paw-like hand of the enderman and dragging him into the parlor.

"took ya long enough to get your lazy ass up!" tommy bellowed from the couch, sipping from a clear glass. it seemed to have some sort of juice in it, most likely orange juice considering the color was a pale orange. tubbo sighed, staring at the strawberry blonde with a fond look in his eyes. he knew his friend was joking, as this was the usual banter they played when interacting.