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"Night, Toby." Tommy yawned heavy enough to make tears brim his eyes.

"Night, Tommy," Tubbo replied and left the discord call for the night.

Tommy sighed heavily and looked at the time on the clock; 9:57 PM. He yawned, again, and pushed himself up from his chair. A few texts saying 'goodnight' rolled in to Tommy's notification center, to which he replied with a simple "goodnight" and tossed his phone onto his bed.

Tommy pressed the power button on his keyboard and plugged in the headphones. He sat down, shuffling around to find the right position, and lifted the headphones onto his head just as the keyboard went phwoom. Slowly, he placed his fingers on the keys and pressed once with his pointer. A smile swept across his face.

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Satisfied, Tommy presses the power button on the keyboard, a phwoom sounding in the headphones as he turns it off, and grabs the notebook off the keyboard stand. He settles down at his desk and sets his notebook down, turning to the page he's currently working on, before he pulls out his laptop.

The notes drawn on the pages lay gracefully lined up beside each other with other symbols and signatures to guide the music. Many erase marks are visible, showing the dedication and diligence put into the piece, and as Tommy continues to write and edit it, his eyes start to droop.

Slowly, but surely, Tommy starts to daze off and his eyes droop close. Finally, he rests his head in his arms on the desk and comes to a peaceful sleep.

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