Ranboo & Me
- Locked due to inactivity on Jul 7, '22 3:54am
Thread Topic: Ranboo & Me
-
"Wow, just another mystery we've gotta solve," Ranboo said sarcastically as he sat down on the sofa. "Tubbo come over here." Ranboo held his arms outstretched for Tubbo to come over and cuddle.
Tommy slowly rose to his feet and held his hands out to Dingoe. "Then let's move you a little ways away, okay?" -
Tubbo sat in Ranboo's lap, kissing him gently. "I love you, Ranboo."
Dingoe shook his head frantically. "Please no. I can't do that!!!!!" -
"You've got this." Tommy distracted Tracer while he gently pulled him to his feet and walked him over to the couches in the living room, far away from the ink. "Eyes on me, okay. I bet that you can do it. Everything will be okay."
"I love you more!" Ranboo chirped. -
Dingoe nodded, following Tommy. He sat down on one of the couches, covering his face with his hands.
Gold gasped. "How did you do that??
Tubbo smiled. "I love you most." -
Tommy crouched down in front of Tracer and smiled kindly. "See, everything's okay." He said softly.
"Lies, That's impossible." Ranboo teased a moment before turning his head towards Tommy, watching what happened. -
(Dingoe. It's Dingoe.)
Dingoe laid his ears back, whining quietly. "I'm afraid of ink." He whispered.
Tracer and Lem exchanged a chance. Tracer swallowed and forced the ink away.
Tubbo shook his head. "Isn't he a cold hearted killer?" -
(Damnit, sorry!!)
"But look, you're already away from it," Tommy whispered back.
Ranboo glanced down at Tubbo. "Don't say that!" -
Dingoe shook his head pointing to the splatters of ink on the walls and floor. "There." He looked at Tubbo frowning. "Cold hearted killer? Gold?"
Gold and Tracer both cleared their throats and nodded, making Dingoe scream, " F**king great!!!!!!! I'm another f**king Technoblade!!!!!!!!!!!"
Tubbo swallowed nervously, watching Dingoe -
Tommy gently placed his hands on Dingoe's shoulders. "Hey, look at me. You are NOT like him." He said ernestly. "You're your own person. You're not a cold hearted killer, King. You're you, and that's enough."
Ranboo glared at everyone else in the room. "Really?" -
Dingoe's ears laid back. Even Tracer knew better than to touch him like that. "Why - why are you calling me King?"
Tracer grabbed Michael before he could cause more trouble. "Let's chill for a bit, ok, kid?" -
"I call everyone King," Tommy replied, laughing lightly. "Tubbo does as well. I'm not sure where it came from." He paused as he looked Dingoe in the eyes. "You're not a cold-hearted killer. I can tell you that for sure." Tommy removed his hands and took a step back, praying that he had diffused the situation.
Ranboo smiled in both shock and pride at Tommy. "Way to go man." He said, too quiet for anyone to hear. -
Dingoe watched Tommy. "How can you tell that I'm not a killer?" He asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
Lem sighed surveying the damage the ink did to the walls and floors. -
"I'll fix it later," Ranboo called to Lemon.
Tommy smiled down at Dingoe. "I'm not sure. I mean, everyone in this room has killed people, myself included. But I can tell that you aren't cold-hearted." His eyes shone with encouragement and truth.
Wilbur's eyes fluttered open and he quickly sat upright in bed. He groaned and pressed a hand to his temple. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He mumbled. -
Dingoe's ears flicked up, twitching. "Everyone? And I think I hear your friend, Tommy."
Tracer flushed a deep red. "I'm sorry, Ranboo." -
"As far as I know-" Tommy paused. "Wait did you say Wil's awake?"
Ranboo laughed and smiled. "Don't be, I'll figure it out."
"H-Hello?" Wilbur called out hesitantly.
Ranboo's ears flicked. "Yeah, he's awake Tommy!" Ranboo said urgently as he lifted Tubbo off of him with ease.
This thread is locked, therefore no new posts can be made.
