Part 5: Da Fuq?

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by FRHangsleben

by FRHangsleben

Ranboo was just spinning in his chair with Charlie sitting next to him in a spare on. When suddenly Ranboo fell into the hole in the floor.

"AH FUCK-"

"You good buckeroo?"

"No Charlie, I am not good. I fell into a hole."

"Oh, you want help up man?"

"Please."

Charlie helped Ranboo up. The two kind of live together now. Not that either were complaining, it wasn't official yet. But Charlie was talking to Ranboo about going back to America and picking his stuff up to move in. Ranboo had the space, they always had the space.

"Let's get this stream started, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Ranboo clicked start on the 'start stream' button. Charlie was just humming as Ranboo made their intro. The chat lit up quickly, glad to see the two in a stream together.

The stream went well, Philza and Wilbur joined a call with them, they played some Minecraft. It was a nice little stream. It went on for a solid four hours, when it ended both the male's were extremely hungry. So Ranboo ordered food.

"Hey, Charlie, do you want pizza or should I DoorDash™️ something?" Charlie leaned his head back on the couch to look at the other, "DoorDash™️."

Ranboo nodded and ordered them some DoorDash™️. The two were basically inseparable, not wanting to leave each other's side since the events of GenerationLoss occurred. To say the least it's been peaceful, not once have they had to deal with Patch. It felt nice, really nice. Charlie sighed as he rested his head on Ran's shoulder as they as down.

The one with glasses looked at the movie they were watching with disinterest. It was an old corny love movie, the two planned to make fun of it, but right now they really couldn't.

Ranboo sighed as well, their hand drifting to the port on their neck. Wincing as they felt the cool metal. Charlie looked over at him, "Hey, I know. It sucked having something plugged into that. You must've been so relieved to get that mask off. But let's not touch the port, yeah?"

The taller one nodded and took their hand away from the port. Their food came. Charlie clambered over to the door and got their food. Bouncing happily as he returned to sit next to Ran. The two ate, neither of them caring for if they made a mess.

I lied. But yet again I didn't really have much time to write this. I've have marching band camp and cheer camp recently, so I haven't really had much free time.