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Chapter 8 - okay i pull up hop out at the after partyyyyyy

[ A/N: hey guys so update for the outsiders, i am canonically god now! so.. yay!

also ranboos birthdya is october eighth, purpled's is september ninth because i said so

anyways ranboo chapter for you guys after the shit show of last chapyter!! im runnign on amogus rn send help ]

Ranboo twirled their pen in between their fingers, resting their head on their hand.

They weren't familiar with or friends with most of the people in their class, just Purpled.

They saw Purpled look back, so they quickly turned back to the front of the classroom.

Ranboo didn't have much to cover their eyes, but eye contact wasn't exactly their forte.

They tried bringing sunglasses once, but they got told they looked like a hippie and cried.

So they covered one of their eyes. It's not long until they cover the other one and match with Tubbo.

They've always been curious how well you can see like that.

Is it fine with just a little hair or is it like being blind and trying to drive a bus?

They wouldn't know, for now.

Whenever they've tried asking Tubbo, it didn't seem to come out right.

Either he was offended or Ranboo tripped over their words.

But they always weren't good with speaking.

When they were in Kindergarten, they'd stutter a lot, and sometimes still do.

They were sent to one of the teachers who help with students who have speech impediment or don't have very good pronunciation.

Ranboo's pronunciation was fine, and they were fluent in english.

It was until they were given notecards to read sentences off of they messed up.

Having a mask just makes it harder.

They knew Dream in the class above them wore one, but it was a different one and he usually had it on the side of his head.

Ranboo always had theirs on, since it was a face mask.

They were pretty sure only Tubbo and their (disintegrated) parents had seen their face before.

Maybe some others, but they couldn't remember.

They were very deep in thought, and the bell had already rung.

They hummed a little tune standing up.

They grabbed their stuff, and out they were.

Purpled was waiting for them outside the door, and they jumped a little at the sight of him.

"Oh, hey?" They cleared their throat, standing awkwardly in front of them, and tilting every few seconds to make room for the kids coming into their class early.

"Hey, we needed to talk."

"What? Why? If it's something about Tubbo, please tell m-"

And then they were dragged by the wrist for the second time today, but this time shoved into a janitor's closet.

You know it's no good when the discussion is in the janitor's closet.