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!!HERMITCRAFT CHAPTER!! A Well Needed Break (Little!Tango, CG!Etho and BDubs)

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!warning for mentions of meal skipping!

Setting: Hermitcraft Season 7
Summary: The Boomers have requests piling up at their door, and Tango's poor mind can't handle it.

I LIVE BITCH
BARELY
BUT I DO BE OUT HERE LIVIN

anyway here's some hermitcraft chapters from my ao3 while i try and finish my drafts

also: in respect for techno's passing (something that fucked me up really bad bc i've lost family to cancer before) im not going to do irl techno writing, for obvious reasons. im honestly hesitant to even do dsmp or origins techno, idk yet.

anyway, enjoy :>
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Impulse shuffles down the mossy cobble path, stretching and groaning when his bones crackle; maybe they should take a break...nah. Though, judging by the three letters shoved in their mailbox, they might not have time for that. Commission from Beef, one from False, one from Keralis, we really do have our hands full.

"Anything new?" BDubs calls, back still turned as he pretends to cook - in reality, he's actually just stirring a pot of pre-made soup.

"Yeah, we're about to be pretty busy," Impulse jokes, although it's on a sigh. He relays the contents of each letter, all basically requesting their services for a variety of reasons.

"Well, alright," BDubs starts slowly, trying to find something to say. "Okay. Fine! This is fine. We can do this."

"Right, right," Impulse shakes his head, "We'll be fine, nothing we can't handle!" He chuckles softly. "No more business for now, I'm a bit burnt out."

"Hey, what're you guys talkin about?" Tango says as he walks in, ruffling his still slightly damp hair.

"Oh, hey Tango!" BDubs exclaims, "We're just talking about something else!" Tango pauses, tilting his head, and Impulse facepalms.

"Dude, really?" Impulse sighs. BDubs continues to smile awkwardly, so the two just ignore him and look at each other. "We got a few commissions, so it'll be a month or so before we get a break."

"Oh," Tango exhales softly. "Uh, cool. That's- yeah, that's great." Impulse raises an eyebrow in question, and the blond slumps into a chair. "Just- tired, I guess. It's been a while since I felt- like myself, you know?"

"I guess so."

"I mean, it's been a while since you slipped, isn't it?" BDubs asks softly. Tango flushes pink, but nods. Impulse smiles and rubs his thumb over the blond's knuckles, cooing as Tango whines and kicks his feet.

"Aww, honey, so little already?"

"N-Nuu, 'm a big boy!" Tango argues in a soft, high tone, much higher than his usual tenor. "'M five alw-weady!"

"You really are a big boy then!" BDubs responds, dripping with sincerity. Tango blushes and leans more into Impulse, who's moved their chairs together so the blond can cling to him more. "So, sunbeam, what about some food?"

"Y-Yes p'ease," the little boy mumbles.

"So polite, baby," Impulse praises, Tango hiding his face in his caregiver's shoulder shyly. "Aww, little bee, don't be shy- where's that sweet face of yours?"

After a minute of thinking about it, the little peeks out from Impulse's shoulder, a tiny smile on his pink-flushed face. "There he is!" BDubs coos, laughing when Tango whines but doesn't hide again. A plate with a grilled cheese - no crusts and cut into triangles, of course - and a small blue bowl covered with fish is set in front of him, and with small, clumsy movements, Tango practically devours it. BDubs and Impulse share a glance; once he was back out of headspace, they'd have to have a conversation with their little one about eating at least twice a day.

For now, though, they'd just sit here with Tango and wipe his face when he gets soup all over it, if that's what he needs. (And he definitely needs it.)
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snsbshesm ok they're actually rlly cute

i like them a lot,, :D

(650 words)
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