I'd call a cab. {a vigilante tommyinnit story}

Chapter 30 - Duffle

TWs: cursing, slight mention of injury/blood, yelling.
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Tommy POV:
After our stop at the gas station, it wasn't long until we were home. For the first time in a while me, Tubbo and Ranboo were just talking like normal.

Of course, the atmosphere was heavy but regardless; it was nice to feel normal.

When we pulled into the driveway we immediately grabbed our bags from the trunk and rushed inside. I took note of how technos car was already in the driveway. He must not have pulled into a rest stop like we had.

Walking inside, all lights but the living rooms were on. Checking the clock on the wall I took note that it was now 10 AM, leaving at the hour we did had caused the drive to span overnight.

"Technos probably sleeping." I said out loud, phrased as a passing comment but meant more so as a light hearted warning.

Phill gave a curt nod before trudging up the stairs with his bag, leaving Ranboo, Tubbo and I in the doorway.

Turning towards them, I began to speak.

"Wanna head downtown?" I asked, "we've been cooped up aside from vigilante- or hero -work for weeks."

Ranboo shrugged and looked over to tubbo, who nodded.

"It'd do us some good to get out, even just for a walk." He said.

"Alright, I'm up for it, then!" Ranboo added on.

"Sweet! We can get ready then head out." I said, just now realizing how much I wanted to wash the dried blood from around my newly acquired wound sapnap gave me.

Tubbo gave a quick nod and raced up the stairs with his bag, I followed not far behind and began to make my way to Wilbur's room.

Just outside the door I paused, a shiver ran down my spine. Everything regarding Will seemed so much more.. sinister.. since the events of the night before last.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I opened the door and avoided eye contact with the empty bottles I had neglected to dispose of when I first arrived. The last thing I needed was another negative reminder.

As I approached the bed, I set my bag down and began rummaging through my limited selection of clothing when I spotted my work uniform.

Looking at the simple black T-shirt with a small McPuffys logo printed onto it, I smiled slightly before laughing.

Out of everything in my surroundings, my work uniform was the only to bring any form of positivity.

Setting the shirt to the side, I grabbed a pair of jeans and made my way towards the bathroom to shower. Once I got out, I quickly got dressed and brushed my hair.

Holding my socks in my hand, I rushed down the stairs- almost slipping due to my feet still being wet -and waited by the door.

After a while Tubbo came downstairs, Ranboo not far behind him. Both shot me a confused look.

"Are you wearing your work shirt?" Ranboo asked.

"Yes." I replied flatly.

"Why..?" Tubbo questioned.

"Well, I quite like it." I said defensively, "it's comfortable."

Tubbo poorly held back a laugh, which I ignored at I put on my shoes.

"Tubbo you are literally wearing a yellow jumper and some jeans." Ranboo pointed out.

Tubbo turned to him with a gasp.

"You bitch!" He exclaimed, "you're supposed to be on my side you divorced dad looking fuck!"

Ranboo sighed as tubbo began a long winded rant over his Hawaiian shirt, which continued long after we left the house.