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It was the day of their supposed meeting. Dream had gotten someone to build a room specifically for this occasion in the Holy Lands. Iris had watched the past couple of days as it was slowly constructed out of black stone. Hideously creepy choice of building material, but she tried not to dwell on it.
The sun was at its peak, giving warmth to the now bristling cold that was the bleak outside. December seemed to seep all life, from plants to animals hibernating or migrating to warmer climates. It just felt empty.
Frost nipped at her nose causing her to shiver slightly. The young woman had loved winter and the snow way more than the stifling summer heat — had more fond memories in the cold building snowmen with her brothers or sledding with Wil and the two younger boys. But now that feeling only seemed to be a fading echo, reminisce of what was.
Iris rubbed her hands feverishly wanting to rid the cold which grew. Focus, focus. Today is important. And that was nothing short of the truth. Agreed upon by the group, they would meet at noon and negotiate a proper punishment for her and Tommy.
As the redhead approached the building she could already hear the muffled voices from within. It wasn't surprising that the loudest of them all was no doubt the blonde teen causing his typical ruckus. Her hand tugged at the doorknob, opening it to reveal everyone around a newly polished table.
"Dream, if you could sign it for me— oh , Iris!" Tubbo was the first to notice her standing awkwardly by the door. "Quick come in, don't let anymore of that cold get in. You're late as it is."
She was puzzled, she couldn't have been late it was just shy of midday. She closed the door behind her taking in the room in front of her. The boy she had recently met sat near the corner with a few bound notebooks and ink and quills. No, doubtedly he looked shy, but this didn't stop him from giving a small smile and wave.
Fundy and Quackity seemed to be going at each other, jabbing the other muttering swears and other things amongst themselves. Tommy, who looked as if he was a part of the duo's chaos was now pale as a ghost as he looked at the redhead before him.
This now left Tubbo huddled over the table with quill in one of his hands feverishly writing in the leather-bound book, and Dream giving the swiftest smirk before his face dropped looking bored once more. Iris had to blink a few times thinking she had imagined it.
Before she could dwell on it, the young blond weeviled his way towards her in a panic, "I tried my best Ris," he looked away briefly towards the others. "They did not let me leave because of some fucking protocol shit. I tried to get you before they came to an agreement."
"What do—," she was quickly interrupted by Tubbo clapping his hands loudly together. Silence fell between the two parties, looking towards the young President.
"Okay, after a long debate, we have finally come to the terms of TommyInnit's sentence." Tubbo cleared his throat as he picked up the book which Iris guessed the agreed-upon verdict was. The golden calligraphy on the front read Agreement b. 2/12, only verifying her assumptions.
