note: just remember that the used governmental names for them are fake!!
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It had been a few minutes afore Ranboo went back to his room. His brother was remotely incoherent in the earlier sequence. I mean, why did he not just go straight to the hospital rather than at home? Like, Ranboo kens that his brother had some kind of hard cognations with the establishment but legit?
If he were to describe his brother, he'd designation him with 'Imbecilic but somehow Perspicacious Brother' then possibly roast the fuck out of him to lower his ego. But then again, it was better than the Hospital, he conjectures-- the expenses were so high up; there are reasons why Dream ascertained he's prosperous and has enough mazuma for them to live, especially when the world was against the both of them.
Ranboo let out a sigh for the tenth time of the day, his footsteps tapping lightly on the wooden floor. His head went in first-- his dichromatic perceivers caught a shuffle under the blanket of the blonde. He tilted his head and approached Tommy with a hopeful look.
His mute steps squeaked through the floor before he halted, a suppressing silence envelopes the whole room. He visually examines the blonde who kept his eyes firm. Ranboo snickers at the action internally and waited for the boy to open his eyes.
After a few seconds of waiting, cerulean eyes opened as dichromatic red and green stared with happiness.
"Tommy!" He happily says as he sets down his phone on the table, "You're awake, that's good."
It seems his postulation was right, that's very reassuring. Well, it wasn't genuinely a sizably voluminous deal since Tommy was insensate for only four hours and not weeks. Heaving out a palliated sigh, Ranboo set the glass of dihydrogen monoxide just in juxtaposition of the futon.
His hands gently pat the floor afore sitting on it and visually examine the blonde open his ocular perceivers wide open as if he visually perceived a ghost. Ranboo doesn't know why but that kind of expression gives him the chills. His eyes fluttered and inch more proximate to the blonde, his hand physically contacts the boy's cheeks and pinches it lightly.
Tommy winces at the action and glared at Ranboo weakly before cerulean blues dropped down to a downcast expression.
His lips parted as his words came out small, "Callum, why am I.... here?"
His enquiry made Ranboo reel back and stared at the blonde who wasn't looking at him. The designation wanders in his mind for a minute, the hesitancy is his tone made it more... woebegone(?). Tommy has never called him Callum, it was always 'Boo', 'Bitchboy', 'pal' or whatsoever. He didn't dare use his governmental name, he said it himself that they were boring and they feel so formal; it bothers him.
He could've took this moment as serious but with how the usual brash and loud friend, he was facing an actual teen filled with screaming emotions rather than anger. The dirty-blonde hums a nice tone, "Clay saw you near his building-- you were bloody and beaten up. He directly rushed here, he was concerned to say the least. He even tripped, I dare say." He chuckles as he recollects how his brother panicked about it. His brother is quite loveable and he relishes to spoil everyone. Worrying about Tommy was nothing more but the brother instinct Dream had in his veins.
