Assumption's and Falsehoods

Chapter 2: Bench trio bonding

The door clicked shut and Ranboo listened as Tommy entered the apartment. It was a small apartment, it had one bedroom, a bathroom, and the kitchen/ living room area. The 't.v' was Tubbos laptop on a box and there were some bean bags on the ground to sit on. They had gotten a dining room table the week before, the foldable one now laying up against the wall, as well as four chairs to sit on. Ranboo rested the spoon he was using to stir the spaghetti on a paper towel and walked to the bean bag Tommy had sat down on.

"Hello Ran boob. Where is Tubbo?"

Ranboo sighed. Tonight was going to be a long one.

"He's in our room with.." Oh. He had forgotten to tell Tommy about Micheal.

It had been at least a week since Tommy had come over, and Tommy wasn't allowed to have a phone at Dreams house, so neither of them had bothered to tell Tommy about Micheal.

"With? Earth to Ranboo. Did you get hit in the head or something??"

"Right uh. He's with- He's with Micheal."

"Who the FUCK is 'Micheal' and what is he doing alone in a room with Tubbo."

Oh boy this just was not going well.

"Micheal is our adopted son."

Silence. Ranboo did not like silence with Tommy. That meant he was THINKING, which while uncommon, never went well. Ever.

"Can I meet him?"

Absolutely not under no circumstances would Ranboo let that happen. Ranboo couldn't even begin to think of the awful things Tommy could influence the three year old to do. He could get a drug addiction, or die . Or worse, he could start swearing.

"Aha would you look at that I need to stir the spaghetti funny how these things happen aha."

Ranboo did it. He just won social interaction.

He made his way over to the pot and poured the spaghetti into a strainer. Ranboo had the movements down to muscle memory, it was what they'd been eating for the last month or so. Originally they bought it all in bulk, there was a huge sale at the grocery store and Tubbo had found someone's wallet on the ground outside, they knew they wouldn't have the opportunity to buy that much food for a while. So now they just had enough spaghetti to last them a while, and it tasted like ash in their mouths.

While Ranboo was doing that, Tubbo finished buttoning Michael's onesie. He had stolen it from the neighbors and thought it looked nice with Micheal's pink hair. He still didn't know if that was natural or not. Micheal was a good kid, but Tubbo was just worried about where he was before he was here. Micheal had a power, it was a physical one, he looked like a pig. 'Piglins' that's what they called people with similar powers, but Micheal was missing one of his eyes. It looked treated, it wasn't infected or anything, it was just gone. The mere thought of someone tearing the eye out of a small child made Tubbo sick.

He heard his platonic 'husband' (it wasn't legal yet but Tubbo would marry Ranboo if it was the last thing he did) call his name from the living area and picked up Micheal. It was spaghetti for dinner. Again. Tubbo was never going to eat spaghetti again after this.