(Discontinued for Now.) Crumbling Paradise. // Ranboo.

Three. (Dream's Dinner Plan).

I wanna give a CW for lots of repeating words/letters in this! In my book, CC!Tommy has a stutter, and in this chapter it's a bad day for them.  Usually his stutters are minimal and very easy to hide, but on bad days they are severe and he struggles with them alot.

Ranboo woke up late-- around 1:00 PM-- and rubbed his eyes groggily. He guessed that Techno had left once hed fallen asleep, but he didnt mind.

He made his way downstairs slowly and shielded his eyes from the blinding light as he entered the kitchen. It turned out, Tommy was also waking up at about the same time.

"M- m- m- morning, B- B- B- B- Bossman." Tommy muttered; his stutter highly evident.

Ranboo knew very well about Tommy's stutter, but hed never really heard it on bad days since Tommy wouldn't talk to anyone when it was difficult. Ranboo began to grow curious as to how the day would play out.

Ranboo accidentally stood much closer to Tommy that he meant to as they walked down the hall, and he quickly adjusted his distance so he wouldn't run into the blond's shoulder.

"Hey, boys! You're finally awake! Dream rescheduledthe group dinner for tonight, so we leave for the restuarant at four PM." Wilbur smiled at them from the couch.

"Hey, Wil. And okay." Ranboo returned.

"K- kay." Tommy muttered with a yawn.

Ranboo made it into he kitchen with Tommy close behind and poured himself some KIX. He then motioned the box to Tommy with a questioning expression. Tommy nodded and took the box to pour himself some. Ranboo looked out the screen door at the backyard to Aimsey, Crumb, Kristen, and Phil playing a sort of card game outside. They looked joyous, and Ranboo grinned.

"Can you pour my milk, Toms? The jug is wet." Ranboo asked.

"Y- yeah."

The two eventually sat at the table and munched on their cereal until both of their pearly white bowls were emptied.

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Later on in the day, Ranboo was holed up in his room again as he added some extra touches to his latest drawing.

Hed picked up the hobby a couple of months ago, and progressed since then. His mom always told him he was super talented and that his art was beautiful, but he never really knew how to respond. He mostly liked to draw pictures of his friends, since he was terrible at making up characters. He simply referenced from a picture off his phone or a stream he was watching; ergo, his sketchbook was filled with little doodles and portraits of his friend group.

The one thing he was excited about today was drawing from a real life reference. Hed always drawn with a completely still picture to sort of look off of, but he was happy to be able to draw other things.

He kept checking to time to see when he should head downstairs, and I once it finally hit five fifty, he started packing up his backpack. It consisted of his sketchbook, silverware, noise-canceling headphones, a couple of fidget toys, and his community pouches were filled up.

His 'community pouches' were something he liked to do when he was with friends so that everyone could be safe and comfortable. They had a few tampons and pads for emergencies, tissues, a tide pen, extra masks, a small first aid kit, breathmints, and some hot hands. The hot hands were added since some of his friends tended to have low iron and were always cold.

He threw his bag onto his shoulder and bounced down the stairs excitedly. He heavily debated on bringing Bossman with him, and ultimately decided upon it instead of leaving him alone while he got to go out and have all the fun.