You'll See! || SBI

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TW// NSFW joke, drinking, underage drug use & drinking, drug use, child abuse, injury, blood, talk of suicide

Tommy felt bad that he would have to wipe everything off after tonight. The eyeliner, the black nails. It made him look and feel like himself. Ranboo had outdone himself yet again and Tommy wasn't even surprised. His friends were insanely talented when it came to something bodily. Tubbo with his tattoos and piercings and Ranboo with his make-up, nails and hair. The perfect combo to open a shop together.

He tied his shoelaces to his boots and stood up from Ranboo's bed. The other two were back in the position of Ranboo in Tubbo's lap doing his eyeliner. At this point, all three of them had gotten used to the fact that they would have moments where they were insanely close. It was just how they worked.

"Nervous?" Ranboo asked as they gently blew Tubbo's eye, the boy objecting. They needed to dry it but the boy was being hard. Usually, he used the pencil rather than liquid for the brunette but he had just finished off his last one and Niki wasn't going shopping until Friday. It was Tuesday. "Stop wriggling"

"Stop blowing me!"

Ranboo froze, eyes wide. Tommy and Tubbo just laughed.

"That got you off"

"I'm done," The oldest of the trio said, not hesitating to get off of the boy and putting his eyeliner back into his bag.

"Wait! You've only done one eye! I'm going to look crazy!"

"You can't say stuff like that, Tubbo!" They fought back, amusement behind their words. The middle child pouted and Ranboo rolled his eyes, pulling out the pen again and crouching down and sitting on his lap again.

Tommy took this as his chance to answer, "To answer you, yeah. Extremely. I've been practising nonstop with them, y'know? But I can't help but feel like everyone will hate me. They all liked Pete."

"You'll do great, boss man. Plus, you'll have your biggest fans to cheer you on" Tubbo smirked, this time choosing to answer his friend and keep his mouth close– keeping his own dirty remarks for Ranboo to himself.

"Thanks, Tubs" he smiled down at his friends. "Couldn't ask for better friends"

"Realistically," Ranboo quipped. "You could, just chances are your father will hate them just as much as us."

"Shut up, man!" He laughed.

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The trio hopped out of Foolish's van with Eret, Niki and Jack Manifold– the final member of their band, Syndicate– behind them. They quickly thanked the oldest Underscore sibling before running off to the back. The Syndicate were another respected band within the gigs but they weren't performing, only coming along to cheer on Tommy. They rounded the building and caught sight of a dinged-up faint red van. Phil's van.

Smoke was rising from behind the opened doors and the clashing of glass bottles. Tommy smiled, grabbed his friends' hands and pulled them along. His blonde hair bounced above him in all its wavy glory.

"Tommy!" Wilbur greeted, already leaning into the esky to grab a beverage for the boy.

"Hey guys, this is Ranboo and Tubbo. Hope you don't mind my bringing them 'round."

"Of course not, any friend of Tom's is a friend of ours." Phil raised his beer bottle with a smile. Wilbur passed over three bottles, Tommy handing one to each of his friends before uncapping his own with his teeth and taking a swig.

Tubbo followed but took Boo's one first, uncapping it for him and then handing it back. "Thanks" he muttered.

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