Lavender Snow

Bench

It's not like Tubbo had meant to set fire to his mom's lawn chair.

Okay, well he had meant to start the fire, he just hadn't expected it to spread that far. Apparently lighting a tupperware container of heated oil on fire, even a small one, caused flames to shoot up about twenty or thirty feet in the air. Fascinating.

Tubbo was just putting out the last of the fires when said mother and owner of the now extra crispy chair came outside, coughing at the smoke. "Tubbo! Again?!"

Tubbo spun around, dropping the smoking towel he had been using to bat at the flames. "Puffy! Everything's fine, I've got this all under control!"

Puffy stared at the blackened remains of her chair. "What. . . is that my—"

"Hey!" Tubbo interrupted, panicking. "Uh. . . we didn't start the fire! It was always burning, since the world's been turning—"

"Tubbo, please stop singing," Puffy said. She cupped her hands around his head, examining his face. "Did you hurt yourself? Are you burnt anywhere?"

Tubbo wrinkled his nose. "Aw, mom, I'm not stoooopid, I know how far away to stand from my experiments! It just went up this time, not all around!"

Puffy sighed. "Well, it is less damaging than the toothpaste incident. And you did it outside this time. But don't play with bombs when I'm not home, okay?"

"Okay!" Tubbo gave her a grin and looked down at the melted plastic on the pavement. "I'll clean that up now."

"Yeah." Puffy said. "Oh by the way, I actually came out here to tell you that Tommy wants to set up another playdate at the park."

"Mom, it's not a playdate!" Tubbo whined. "We're not babies."

Puffy wrapped him in a hug. "Aw, but you're my baby!"

Tubbo laughed. "It's only been two months since you adopted me!"

"Doesn't matter. You're always gonna be my baby." Puffy squeezed him tighter, despite his weak protests.

Finally, she released him, ruffling his hair. "We'll head out in five minutes, okay?"

Tubbo gasped happily. "Wait, it's today?!"

"Yeah, so hurry and clean up the pavement. I have to put away the groceries, and then I'll come out and help with the chair."

"Okay!" Tubbo got on his hands and knees and started scraping at the smoldering plastic with a rock. I wonder what would happen if I combined some gunpowder with the oil. . .

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There was someone with Tommy at the park, besides the other Watsons, of course. Tubbo was confused until he remembered Tommy's descriptions of his friend. Vitiligo? Check. Red eyes? Well, one of them, at least. Super tall? Man had to be at least six foot five, maybe six foot five and a half. Yep, this was Ranboo.

Tommy saw him coming and his face lit up. "Bee boy!"

"Ayup, boss man!" Tubbo ran to meet him, bending over and headbutting him. Tommy let out a small 'oof' and fell backwards into the grass.

"Gentle, Tubs!" Puffy called from the parking lot.

"It's fine, mom!" Tubbo grabbed Tommy and pulled him to his feet, then put his hands on his hips and looked up. "How tall are you?"

Ranboo's eyes swiveled to the side, avoiding Tubbo's gaze. "U-um, about seven chór."

End measurements. Tubbo walked a circle around him, taking in the drooping clothes. "You're so skinny! They really don't feed you anything in the End, huh? I'm Toby by the way, but everyone just calls me Tubbo. Your skin is so cool, it's all patchy. Why is your dragon tattoo different from Tommy's?"