𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ˚ ೃ࿔₊ Ranboo

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐓. When they step foot into the house, it smelled of blazing cinnamon and smoke.

"Oh, no!" Ranboo took it out of the oven with a frown. "This was my first time baking a cake..."

"Yeah, we can tell." Tommy said.

"Come on, I'm sure it's not that bad." Sereia took a fork and stabbed a piece of the cake.

When she ate it, she couldn't even move her mouth to even chew it. She turned to face Ranboo and forced an innocent smile.

"It's disgusting, innit?" The blond boy asked.

Sereia blinked twice and gulped it all. "I think I'd like it a little bit better if it wasn't burnt, but it's pretty good for someone's first try."

"Thanks. Wait, where's Bo?"

"Asleep. Which I would be too soon, 'cause you guys might stuff that shit in my mouth." Tommy stated, receiving evil grins from the two. "...Please don't."

Sereia and Ranboo gave each other an approving nod, and the short silence was broken when they took a piece of the cake and leaped forward to throw it to the boy.

Tommy sprinted away screaming, soon finding themselves run around the house.

Eventually, they found out the ram was resting on the rooftop.

"Hey, is that Tub?" Sereia queried and they all climbed up.

"Bo? I thought you were sleeping, what are you doing up here?"

Tubbo wiped something from his eyes. "Oh, I didn't see you guys there."

"Hey, man, what's up?"

"Nothing, I'm just...thinking about things." He said as his three friends laid down beside him and looked up at the sky like what he was doing.

"Can we think about things with you?"

"Yeah, well, you're already here now." If Tubbo snicker, they all snicker.

"That star is called Sirius, by the way." Sereia shared, pointing at the brightest orb in the dark sky.

"Sirius? You mean, like, Harry Potter's grandfather?" Ranboo remarked. "I love that star."

"Really?" Tommy grinned devilishly. "Do you know what happens to Sirius in the fifth mov—"

"—NO!" They all yelled at him, making the boy laugh out loud at their reactions.

"Ugh, I'm bored, we should play a game." Tommy initiated.

"What game?"

"What about Spin The Bottle?"

"Absolutely not." Sereia laughed.

"What about Bed Wars?"

"Tommy, it's literally eight in the evening." Ranboo face-palmed.

"What about—"

"—What about, who can stay quiet the longest? Tommy, you're up first. Go." Tubbo insisted. They all cackled except for the blond boy.

"Ha-ha, very funny." He said sarcastically. "Okay, what about we just play Truth or Dare, but it's all Truth.

"So we just basically ask each other questions?"

"Yeah, basically." Tommy shrugged. "You go first Sereia. Pick anyone you'd like to ask something."

"Hmm..." she looked over her boys. "Tubbo, what's your favorite thing in the world?"

"Ra—" he paused, forcefully staring at the stars. "I mean...bees! Oh, I love bees! I actually have a bee farm!"

Sereia smiled. If it weren't for his bee farm, she wouldn't have met him and Tommy and get closer with Ranboo. She remembered what happened as if it were just yesterday.

"You're next, Tubster. Ask anyone. But make it more difficult for them to answer, okay?"

"Alright. Ranboo, would you be attracted to someone the same gender as you?"

The half enderman shrugged. "Yeah, I don't see a problem with that. We're all the same, so I don't really care about the gender. As cheesy as it sounds, it's the personality that matters."

Everyone clapped formally at his small speech. No one could see each other's faces since their eyes were glued to the sky, and Tubbo was somewhat thankful for that.

"It's your turn, Ranboo, come on. Let's not wait for the grass to grow."

He scoffed at Tommy's comment but proceeded. "Okay, uh, Sereia."

"Yeah?"

"When I told you roses reminds me of you, did you get it?"

"What kind of question is that?" Tommy raised a brow.

"I would say it's none of your business."

"Boo." Tommy rolled his eyes at the enderman's response. "Go on, Sere. Answer the question that's none of my business."

"Okay, um," she bit her lip. "Ranboo, to be honest I didn't get it. What does it mean?"

"Yeah, what does it mean?"

"Tommy, I think you don't know how none of your business works." Tubbo replied about his friend's nosiness.

"It means..." Ranboo suddenly let out a laugh. "Never mind. I'll tell you later. Not now, but later."

Sereia nodded in response. "Alright. That's it, the game's over, yay!"

"Yay!"

"I hate you guys. None of you asked me yet."

"Sorry, Tommy, but the game's over." She said, and he pouted. "I'm kidding! Okay, Tommy, what's your favorite Bo Burnham song?"

"Personally, I think Shit is the best. Pretty ironic, innit?"

"Aw, come on—"

"—oh, I'm sorry, Mr. I think Bezos I is the best!" He mocked Ranboo. "Anyways, it's my turn. Sereia, how old are you?"

"Wait, yeah, how old are you?"

"We've been friends for a long time and you guys don't know my age?" She shook her head at them in disappointment with a grin. "I'm eighteen."

"You're WHAT?!" They were all shocked when the girl revealed her age.

"Okay, Sereia, I have a joke." Ranboo started. "What do you call a fish with no eye?"

"Oh! I know this one! It's a genus of hagfish called the myxine circifrons!"

There was silence between the boys before they answered with: "Fsh"

Sereia blinked a few times, and when she understood the joke, she bursted out laughing for a solid ten minutes.

Deep conversations adapted in their talks like nature, evolution, philosophy, the universe...all sorts of stuff, both debating and laughing along the way.

It was nice to have friends close to talk to.