Vwoop - Technoblade and Ranboo

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thing's been abandoned in the drafts literally since december 16 of 2023. Was about the celebrate its first birthday oof

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Wilbur once again returns from an expedition accompanied by his pup and the lamb. The brunet drags a bag of apparently considerable size and weight to the kitchen, while the kit carries a smaller and obviously lighter bag in her arms.

"Hey." The young avian acknowledges with a nod in his direction.

"Hm."

His daughter runs straight past the living room, beelining for the hall, and presumably their own rooms. The lamb marches behind her.

Philza soon appears from somewhere, and helps Wilbur deal with the contents of the sack he just brought, which the hybrid discovers is food. Without thinking much, Technoblade gets up from his place and heads towards the kitchen with the pair, also participating without saying a word.

Philza seems to enjoy watching the two of them pass things back and forth, while Techno tries to guess where to put most of the objects. The man also seems to find it amusing how both boys have a much easier time reaching the higher cupboards and drawers than he does.

Technoblade is just happy to see sweet berries and potatoes among the things he organizes.

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Yes, he has tried. He really has. The objects that make up his translation project lie on the desk. Useless, his mind screams. Or something (someone?) inside it.

He hasn't made any real progress since the couple of stray words he found that time... who knows how long ago.

A click distracts him from his ideas, looking down at Ranboo, and staring down at the face of the kid on his lap. His eyes somehow reveal in a terribly obvious way how sleepy he is, despite not showing it very physically.

"You look tired." He reports, without expecting to really gain anything by mentioning it. "To the crib you go."

And with that he goes to the alluded furniture, taking the young enderman and untangling his tiny arms from his neck before placing him on the sheet, not without a bit of protest on the kid's part. The child whines half-heartedly, extending his hands in his direction and resisting the slight amount of force that the hybrid's palm exerts on his chest, to prevent him from immediately rising again.

"Don't even try it. Go ahead and take a nap."

Another whine, more determined and demanding, as he continues to struggle against the piglin to get back up.

"Ranboo." And with that he has to take a moment to assimilate what he himself has just exclaimed. A firm but calming reprimand for the infant in the crib in front of him. His name, his actual real name that he possesses now. And the fact that after that the child seems to understand him in a certain way, stopping struggling and simply looking at him, with his eyes full of fatigue. "Sleep."

After a few seconds he removes his hand while still looking at him. The boy just... stares back, looking like he's expecting something.

Technoblade turns around and heads towards the window, with the idea of ​​closing the curtains and reducing the intense midday light that fills the room. The child is more likely to fall asleep if the place does not look like it has a direct view of a lava lake.

He takes both curtains, one in each hand, but before pulling them closed, he manages to see Flora in the shadow of a tree somewhat far from the house and... the yeanling whose name he still doesn't remember.