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I usually wouldn't get involved in social media drama but this is stupid behavior. Little lamb? Really? What if I did mean the kiss, even if it was a part of the game. You don't know shit, so stay out of other people's business.

Nameless nobody? Ironic, considering you're the only nameless nobody here. How about you delete this account and save yourself some embarrassment.

❝ EVENT ❞ /// I’ve never seen this many smooches in one night before ! For a silly party game , a fair amount of people are following through . 

Did anyone else catch a glimpse of the Damsel in Distress earlier ? With a face as bright as a tomato , they were definitely looking forward to the name they pulled . Didn’t think Technoblade , of all people , would have an admirer ! Then again , their taste is questionable at best — we shouldn’t expect anything less than absurdity . Who else would blush for xem ?

Oh ! And we can’t forget about the Little Lamb , can we ? Kissing a nameless nobody isn’t that big of a feat , but I must say I’m proud . Didn’t think she’d get that far if I’m being honest . Such a shame it was only for the game . What are the chances Nameless Nobody meant it ? ( Don’t answer that ; it’ll just break the poor Little Lamb’s heart , and I’d much rather see hive played like a fiddle . Better for business , so to speak . )

Sweetheart is making moves tonight , too . They pulled Dreamboat’s name ! Still can’t believe they approached him despite seemingly hating his guts . Are they secretly head over heels for the only other chess nerd on campus ? Tragic . Considering Dreamboat was “dating” the Queen of Hearts just a short while ago . . . Sorry Sweetheart . You may have finally found someone you can’t win over — or against . 

I’ll keep you updated as the party comes to a close , everyone . Hope you’re having fun ! I know I am . These drinks are sublime ♡

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// "So gay panic is real" Spring break event thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

That was it. He’d rushed off with what seemed little to no interest in the kiss or staying. Which in fact was untrue, the kiss was amazing. Ranboo wanted to stay, ramble on to his heart’s content about how much he likes null but that would be a turning point in their relationship. Tubbo’s expected rejection would hit hard, it would shatter his heart. It was definite that hive didn’t possess the same feelings they did, so why try when failure was inevitable. Ranboo needed to take a moment to breathe, be alone and think everything over. Before he went ahead to find  Tubbo for the last kiss, Ranboo needed to collect himself. So, this time it wouldn’t be as awkward as the first. What better place to compose his feelings and think everything over than the secluded bathroom. Atleast, he can hope it’s secluded.

Quick feet trotted to locate it. His pace was unusually fast, pushing through the tumultuous crowds was nearly impossible. Bodies pushed and writhed against his own, Ranboo squeezed through, even having to forcibly shove some out of his way; he didn’t want to do so, but it was needed. Finally, a luminous light-up sign directed him exactly where he wanted to go. A deep inhale was taken, just in case he’d have to witness a typical couple shoving their tongues down each other's throats in the place he was supposed to take a breather. Trembling fingers grabbed a hold of the door handle and pushed through. He flickered his eyes open to none other than his beloved crush them self. Tubbo.. Why is she here?.. 

They thought that hive would still be in the main area, trying to calm Minx down from what she witnessed. And to all Ranboo knows, Minx was over-dramatic and would assume the worst in them. Ranboo cleared his throat, it wouldn’t be awkward, he lied to himself. But as soon as words found their ways to his lips, the only thought that went through his brain was the word awkward. “Uhm, yeah. It’s a party, I guess. You?” He breathed out, tension so thick that it could sliced in his tone. Who says that?.. What the hell do you mean it’s a party, Ranboo? Hive used to think you’re a weirdo before but now, you’re just a loser. 

Hurtful thoughts run through his head uninvited, without notice. But Ranboo would persist to try and make as normal of a conversation as he could. At Least before Ranboo kisses him again, with a camera to hold evidence. Then, all hell breaks loose.

Ranboo paced his walk over to Tubbo, leaning on the stall door across from where null seated herself. He needed to kiss Tubbo, but at the same time he knew that the moment needed to be right. It needed to feel right. Feelings shouldn’t be tossed off after the kiss, comfort and solace should be found. It shouldn’t feel awkward, at least he hoped. “You should. Uhm, wear skirts more often, I mean. It looks good on you, well I like it.” Words stuttered out without thinking, now hive would be even more creeped out. But Ranboo meant it, the skirt adorned null naturally, paying respect to her natural beauty. In short, it was prepossessing. His cheeks would flush crimson if he decided to talk about it any longer, or even think about it. His confidence was a facade in the end, the chatting never compared as difficult as real life interaction. Ranboo could lie online, but in real life? They caught themselves at the tip of his tongue, unwilling to leave.

// "So gay panic is real" Spring break event thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Maybe it was too good to be true.

There he stood, kissing his so-called highschool crush. Time had frozen, what seemed impossible was now happening. Mark felt sparks light inside him, this kiss was more than just a task. Butterfly's whorled and piled into his gut, it was a strangely satisfying feeling. Doing something he'd never think that he'd have the guts to do. But wait, there was one thing Ranboo didn't notice until he let his eyes wander below hives neck.

A long-sleeved pure white t-shirt that hanged over a black-pleated skirt. To top it off, a tie with a pop of dandelion yellow on the other side. She looked.. gorgeous. There was no other way to say it, the sight took Ranboo's breath away. For one, the skirt was a show-stopper, something that surprised Mark. He'd never think hive would wear a skirt, let alone rock it as she is right now. Knee high socks and ankle boots were just the cherry on top, Mark was head over heels. Too deep in to be rescued.

"I should pull away now, don't wanna seem like a creep. Right?" He'd sigh and consider his thoughts. It had been far too long for a kiss but, it just felt right. There was something he didn't want to let go of, something that kept pulling him in again.It was an intoxicating taste.

Mark finally pulled away, slowly but surely. Loosening his lips off her.

"Sorry."

With a quick dismissal, he didn't even wait for the others response and sped off. Embarassed and ashamed, he felt idiotic. Null was probably disgusted. He did see Minx returning from their peripheral vision, but he didn't bat an eye. He didn't seem to care as much anymore. The task was over and done with.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Whats the evidence he kissed Tubbo? Ranboo was supposed to take a picture of the scene. He'd gotten so caught up in the moment he'd sped off with taking a picture.

God damit.

He'd have to go back and do it again.

If he were to be honest, he wouldn't mind doing it again. Let's see how this goes, shall we?

[booboipresents]

// "So gay panic is real" Spring break event thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Maybe it was too good to be true.

There he stood, kissing his so-called highschool crush. Time had frozen, what seemed impossible was now happening. Mark felt sparks light inside him, this kiss was more than just a task. Butterfly's whorled and piled into his gut, it was a strangely satisfying feeling. Doing something he'd never think that he'd have the guts to do. But wait, there was one thing Ranboo didn't notice until he let his eyes wander below hives neck.

A long-sleeved pure white t-shirt that hanged over a black-pleated skirt. To top it off, a tie with a pop of dandelion yellow on the other side. She looked.. gorgeous. There was no other way to say it, the sight took Ranboo's breath away. For one, the skirt was a show-stopper, something that surprised Mark. He'd never think hive would wear a skirt, let alone rock it as she is right now. Knee high socks and ankle boots were just the cherry on top, Mark was head over heels. Too deep in to be rescued.

"I should pull away now, don't wanna seem like a creep. Right?" He'd sigh and consider his thoughts. It had been far too long for a kiss but, it just felt right. There was something he didn't want to let go of, something that kept pulling him in again.It was an intoxicating taste.

Mark finally pulled away, slowly but surely. Loosening his lips off her.

"Sorry."

With a quick dismissal, he didn't even wait for the others response and sped off. Embarassed and ashamed, he felt idiotic. Null was probably disgusted. He did see Minx returning from their peripheral vision, but he didn't bat an eye. He didn't seem to care as much anymore. The task was over and done with.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Whats the evidence he kissed Tubbo? Ranboo was supposed to take a picture of the scene. He'd gotten so caught up in the moment he'd sped off with taking a picture.

God damit.

He'd have to go back and do it again.

If he were to be honest, he wouldn't mind doing it again. Let's see how this goes, shall we?

// Cupids arrow // Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Nothing good ever came out of a party. Sure, you got drunk, had a little fun. But for Ranboo? He didn't enjoy much of it; unless you counted the leaving part. So, being told to pick a name as he entered this spring party? It wasn't usual but he went ahead and did so. No panic was assured until he realized the fact you had TO KISS the person on your card. Mark certainly didn't go to college for the title of what, best smoocher? I guess the other college students had different ambitions.

He didn't have any big plans on actually completing this task. Well, until he saw who he'd have to go to smooch town with. Tobias, THE Tubbo. The one he'd met at high school and admired from a safe distance. Mark, in his stupid suit and abnormally sweaty palms wrecked his brain. "Should he?" I mean, null couldn't exactly blame him. It was his task, no?

The plan was to attend this exasperating party for a few limited hours for the sake of it, then leave as soon as possible. But kissing Tubbo? An opportunity served to Mark on a silver platter. So he decided to grab it, can you blame him?

Fast-paced walking, corroded thoughts filled with a cloud of confusion and doubt. There from a close distance he saw the enigma. Tubbo, he was right there. Would their playful and flirtatious banter remain the same after this? Hopefully so.

"Hey, uh. Sorry for this but y'know cupids arrow n stuff?" He patted null on the back before offering him a sympathetic smile. Soon, to be overcome by his right hand snaking around hive's waist to pull her in easily. Left-hand to be found caressing her cheek as he quickly planted a kiss on the lips.

It was gentle, he wanted to make hive feel as comfortable with this as possible. Soft touches and swift moves, it was like time froze.

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// Cupids arrow // Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Nothing good ever came out of a party. Sure, you got drunk, had a little fun. But for Ranboo? He didn't enjoy much of it; unless you counted the leaving part. So, being told to pick a name as he entered this spring party? It wasn't usual but he went ahead and did so. No panic was assured until he realized the fact you had TO KISS the person on your card. Mark certainly didn't go to college for the title of what, best smoocher? I guess the other college students had different ambitions.

He didn't have any big plans on actually completing this task. Well, until he saw who he'd have to go to smooch town with. Tobias, THE Tubbo. The one he'd met at high school and admired from a safe distance. Mark, in his stupid suit and abnormally sweaty palms wrecked his brain. "Should he?" I mean, null couldn't exactly blame him. It was his task, no?

The plan was to attend this exasperating party for a few limited hours for the sake of it, then leave as soon as possible. But kissing Tubbo? An opportunity served to Mark on a silver platter. So he decided to grab it, can you blame him?

Fast-paced walking, corroded thoughts filled with a cloud of confusion and doubt. There from a close distance he saw the enigma. Tubbo, he was right there. Would their playful and flirtatious banter remain the same after this? Hopefully so.

"Hey, uh. Sorry for this but y'know cupids arrow n stuff?" He patted null on the back before offering him a sympathetic smile. Soon, to be overcome by his right hand snaking around hive's waist to pull her in easily. Left-hand to be found caressing her cheek as he quickly planted a kiss on the lips.

It was gentle, he wanted to make hive feel as comfortable with this as possible. Soft touches and swift moves, it was like time froze.

[booboipresents]

[booboipresents]

Guys, he like peanut butter on pizza. Disgusting, am I right? And no problem on the nails. But pretty boy?? You're making me blush

LOOK AT MY NAILS!!!

These were taken yesterday and I have to thank pretty boy @booboipresents for the wonderful job though their taste in food? Questionable 😞😞 Never trust this man with food /t /pf

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💋

"Alright Tubbo, listen to this."

He chuckled as he pulled out the "Rizz book". In other words, the book of pick-up lines. He flicked to the correct page, he found the absolute best pick-up line ever. And of course, he had to flex on Tubbo. "I'm not a photographer but I can definitely picture us together."

"How was that? Ya feeling flustered and flirted on?"

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💋 !!

It was a joke. He had picked up a book of pick-lines, Karl was the perfect person to try it on. I mean, he usually didn't take anything seriously so why not?

He tapped on the boys shoulder and recited the line. "I hope you know CPR." 'Because you just took my breath away" He cringed almost immediately. That was horrid at the least.

[booboipresents]

Send 💋 for my muse to attempt to flirt with yours

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// "Meeting Him Again" Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

Explosives Engineering? Explains the peculiar items in the basket. A new discovery was certainly made, Tubbo wasn't just pretty he was smart. Any sort of Engineering was tough, it ranked high amongst the hardest degrees you could pursue. Ranboo felt his fondness for the boy grow; if that was even possible at this point. How his pupils grew wider with every word and just how his eyes purely lit up with joy. He placed his hands onto the items, drifting them onto the register counter to scan while focusing his eyes on the sight in front. "Oh! Good to know. Well, I took up business as my major and I do performing arts as a minor. No clue why I chose performing arts, though. My hands sweat at the thought of performing in front of anyone." Mark blabbered. A chortle found it's way out as Tubbo cracked a joke. He wouldn't mind getting these customers asses kicked, but that wasn't the point. Tobias was smart AND funny. While Mark stood there with sweaty hands, a terrible part-time job, a disregard for social cues and 1 to nearly no friends. You can tell from there who made the best of their life. [Pssst, Toby did] "It's my 1st year into this hell hole too. It's growing on me though." He smiled softly, eyes emerging into the others. It felt like it was just them. In the moment forever; well, until the next customer comes in. An eyebrow was raised at the M&M's. A secret fact about Mark was that he hated M&M's with a burning passion. But he wasn't going to go ruin it for someone else, all though he did prefer skittles though.

Ranboo seemed to crack a smile whenever he though about Tubbo. In high school, they were just acquaintances. Soft smiles and glances was all Mark ever received from the boy. He often did catch himself staring at the boy cause havoc and chaos, the teachers weren't a big fan of him. But trust me, Mark was. Although Ranboo was like a foot taller, it didn't seem to matter considering he was taller than almost everyone he met. { He still has neck strain from looking down at the short gremlins }

"Uh one more thing. This might be weird but you can deny me if you'd like, but can I have your number? Y'know to chat and stuff." A nervous gulp settled in. Anxiety kicked in waiting for an answer. What if null thought that Mark was a creep now?

What if he said no?

What if?..

// "Meeting Him Again" Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

The disorganized chatter amongst the store rung through Ranboo's brain. When would his shift be over? The only thought that remained in his head seemed to repeat over and over again. As the pile of customers rushed through the counter handing them the items. Ranboo kept a plastic smile smeared over his face as he always sent them off with a "Have a great day!". The rude interactions with peculiar customers never seemed to bother them. It was normalized in such a cheap skate store; horrid behavior to staff wasn't minded at this point. As his manager quotes "The customer is always right." The point of arguing and rebelling seemed absolutely useless against the stuck-up and arrogant manager who twirled the store in his hands.. Mocha eyes stared dead into the souls of customers who were busy with their own troubles as they unloaded their carts.

Well, Mark did need the money so he might as well deal with it eh? "Have a great day miss." Mark's monotone voice smiled meaninglessly at the frustrated and obnoxious lady. She scoffed, carrying her plastic bag and walking off. That ought to get a bad review, even though Ranboo had done nothing but do his job. "This might be the 5th ill-mannered person I may be serving today." They thought to themselves as they unloaded the next mans cart. He seemed to be a genuine guy, passing off small smiles as he finished. "Have a great day sir." He sighed as the next customer piled on. One thing that Ranboo noticed immediately was that the boy seemed to be of his age who was bobbing along to bee-adorned headphones. Creative, he thought. One absurd thought that also rung through his mind was that the customer was quite cute. Not to say Mark didn't get any cute or his age customers but that this person seemed to be special. Nostalgia of high-school smacked his brain ruthlessly as he remembered that this was the boy that Ranboo has grown quite fond of in high-school. Nothing but crimson red glances and quick "Hi!'s". But another odd aspect rose upon him; she seemed to be unloading a bunch of, one might say weird things. M&M's was normal but nails, fire-works and a HAMMER?? "Uhm, hey? What might you need these for?" Mark asked. He realized he was being quite nosy but he went for it anyway. Tapping the smaller boy on the shoulder with a soft smile.

God, this would be awkward.

[booboipresents]

🕶🥂

Meeting George..

Task accomplished.

He has attained a friend who went by the name of Karl, now he shall capture more of these NPCS to befriend. Collecting em like Pokemon, eh? Objective 2 Befriend another NPC. Hands quickly shoved into his pockets; his eyes seemed to catch a interesting individual. Mark had definitely heard about him. A model, and also a person who knew how to keep all eyes on them. His fashion stood out like a vivid marker. It was in-style to say the least. Another feature that made Mark's eyes widen was his heterochromia. A soft blue paired with a different mahogany. He was pretty; that Mark will admit. But if he were to be crystal clear, not his type. Seemed like a fun person to be around, so why shouldn't he give it a go?

Stiffened posture relaxed to find himself walking over to the male who was holding a small shot. His left hand found itself to the back of his neck, scratching it for no particular reason. Just a little quirk he possessed and displayed when he was nervous. "Uh, hey. Uhm, I'm Mark. You probably don't know me but I'm new and just trying to familiarize more of these faces. "

"Would you let me take a shot with you? Y'know, just to get to know you and all that jazz." A smile crept into him as he explained his dire situation. Would this random guy help him out? I mean, he seemed popular. Mark had conducted a study on whether being friends with a popular person increases your validity and acceptance in an unknown environment.

Spoiler; it does in fact.

That wasn't the only reason. This guy seemed chill and laid back. Could making more friends really hurt? He was trying to expand his social circle after all.

He can just hope it goes well.

[booboipresents]

🕶- Meet my muse for the first time at the party !!

The chatter among the party was almost unsettling. I mean, he should've expected this. Ranboo only stumbled upon this chaotic party to attempt to make friends and turn strangers into familiar faces. His clothing wasn't quite appropriate either; a freshly ironed suit to a party? He mustn't be serious.

Objective 1.

Make a friend..

But first, he needed to spot friend material. Someone who seemed outgoing, but not too outgoing. He needed to meet someone who may act the part too, kind and silly would be the perfect formula to create Ranboo's perfect friend.

Who was he kidding? Everyone seemed quite popular and enthusiastic to be there. While Ranboo on the other hand seemed out of place. Tugging at his collar to stay on properly and seeming uncomfortable. Suddenly, out of the blue he spotted a peculiar individual, someone who could be perfect to be an acquaintance for Mark.He put on his big boy shoes {Mentally}, and found the hidden courage stored inside him to walk up to them. Pushing and possibly even shoving the npcs out of the way to make his way to the target. "Uh, hi? Okay, this is so random. But be my friend?" He asked with a hand sliding over his neck, brushing the back swiftly. This was awkward, wasn't it? Did he have to word it in such a way?

He sounded like an alien.

[booboipresents]

Starters for the event !

🥂 - Take a shot with my muse.

🕶- Meet my muse for the first time at the party. 💋- Let my muse try a pick-up line on yours  

🫴- Bump into my muse

❓- Have a competition with my muse {Specify what}

💜- My muse compliments yours out of the blue.

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// "Meeting Him Again" Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore // He seemed to be far too distracted by Tobias itself that he forgot about the odd items in the cart. I mean, it's Toby I seriously doubt he would have any ill intentions with those slightly dangerous items. Ranboo dove into thought. "Hi- uh- Ranboo? It's been ages since I last saw you. High school now, right?

I'm surprised to see you around here. Didn't realize you suffered these assholes." Ranboo heard the other soft voice speak up. He knows who I am? That's surprising. Here Mark stood with a moss green cashier apron, working his part-time job and at the same time meeting his high school crush. Hard to believe, right? "Yeah, yep! That's me, Ranboo. Uh, Your Tobias! Great to see you here, it's been a while since high school. How are you?"

Mark provided a wide grin, genuinely excited awaiting his answers. Maybe, he would get to know her. Ranboo fixed his mocha waves so it wouldn't droop low on his forehead, brushing the heap to the side. Revealing his own set of sapphire eyes which always seemed to stare dead into the others. Almost intimidating but his smile makes up for it. I mean he always did seem intimidating, being 6'6 was never a thing he'd like to brag about when meeting strangers.

It was freakishly tall for his age but Mark had grown used to the comments on this subject. "Your so tall!" , "What do you eat?" and "Your a giant, dude!". He'd just smile back. Snapping himself out of thought Ranboo Placed his abnormal long, thin fingers on the items checking each one out while keeping an eye upon null. Gazing into the individuals eyes what seemed like ages for him. His heart was skipping beats but it wasn't nearly as awkward as his conversation skills.

Mark's eyes seemed to always find itself returning to the odd basket, wondering what caused him to buy these array of "special" things. It's not everyday a customer walks in with a pack of fireworks, hammers and nails. It was usually something delectable like meat and edible food for their family to feast upon. But hey, who was he to judge? Tubbo was always known in high school for doing his own little special things. Ranboo never batted an eye to question or judge him, although some of the insensitive kids may have. Ranboo expressed tenderness in his words, as if Tobias was his best friend. Even though they just met it seemed like they knew each other since forever.

// "Meeting Him Again" Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

The disorganized chatter amongst the store rung through Ranboo's brain. When would his shift be over? The only thought that remained in his head seemed to repeat over and over again. As the pile of customers rushed through the counter handing them the items. Ranboo kept a plastic smile smeared over his face as he always sent them off with a "Have a great day!". The rude interactions with peculiar customers never seemed to bother them. It was normalized in such a cheap skate store; horrid behavior to staff wasn't minded at this point. As his manager quotes "The customer is always right." The point of arguing and rebelling seemed absolutely useless against the stuck-up and arrogant manager who twirled the store in his hands.. Mocha eyes stared dead into the souls of customers who were busy with their own troubles as they unloaded their carts.

Well, Mark did need the money so he might as well deal with it eh? "Have a great day miss." Mark's monotone voice smiled meaninglessly at the frustrated and obnoxious lady. She scoffed, carrying her plastic bag and walking off. That ought to get a bad review, even though Ranboo had done nothing but do his job. "This might be the 5th ill-mannered person I may be serving today." They thought to themselves as they unloaded the next mans cart. He seemed to be a genuine guy, passing off small smiles as he finished. "Have a great day sir." He sighed as the next customer piled on. One thing that Ranboo noticed immediately was that the boy seemed to be of his age who was bobbing along to bee-adorned headphones. Creative, he thought. One absurd thought that also rung through his mind was that the customer was quite cute. Not to say Mark didn't get any cute or his age customers but that this person seemed to be special. Nostalgia of high-school smacked his brain ruthlessly as he remembered that this was the boy that Ranboo has grown quite fond of in high-school. Nothing but crimson red glances and quick "Hi!'s". But another odd aspect rose upon him; she seemed to be unloading a bunch of, one might say weird things. M&M's was normal but nails, fire-works and a HAMMER?? "Uhm, hey? What might you need these for?" Mark asked. He realized he was being quite nosy but he went for it anyway. Tapping the smaller boy on the shoulder with a soft smile.

God, this would be awkward.

[booboipresents]

🤡 !!!!

Ranboo had never talked to Karl before. Initiating conversation was difficult but what better way to start it than a joke? "Did you hear about the actor who fell through the floorboards?" ".." "He was just going through a stage!"

Awkward.. That really was a dry conversation starter.

[booboipresents]

☠ ― Send '🤡' and my muse will try and tell yours a joke.

(Alternatively, send "joke, please" if you cannot see the emoji.)

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// "Meeting Him Again" Thread with @tubbo-bo-underscore //

The disorganized chatter amongst the store rung through Ranboo's brain. When would his shift be over? The only thought that remained in his head seemed to repeat over and over again. As the pile of customers rushed through the counter handing them the items. Ranboo kept a plastic smile smeared over his face as he always sent them off with a "Have a great day!". The rude interactions with peculiar customers never seemed to bother them. It was normalized in such a cheap skate store; horrid behavior to staff wasn't minded at this point. As his manager quotes "The customer is always right." The point of arguing and rebelling seemed absolutely useless against the stuck-up and arrogant manager who twirled the store in his hands.. Mocha eyes stared dead into the souls of customers who were busy with their own troubles as they unloaded their carts.

Well, Mark did need the money so he might as well deal with it eh? "Have a great day miss." Mark's monotone voice smiled meaninglessly at the frustrated and obnoxious lady. She scoffed, carrying her plastic bag and walking off. That ought to get a bad review, even though Ranboo had done nothing but do his job. "This might be the 5th ill-mannered person I may be serving today." They thought to themselves as they unloaded the next mans cart. He seemed to be a genuine guy, passing off small smiles as he finished. "Have a great day sir." He sighed as the next customer piled on. One thing that Ranboo noticed immediately was that the boy seemed to be of his age who was bobbing along to bee-adorned headphones. Creative, he thought. One absurd thought that also rung through his mind was that the customer was quite cute. Not to say Mark didn't get any cute or his age customers but that this person seemed to be special. Nostalgia of high-school smacked his brain ruthlessly as he remembered that this was the boy that Ranboo has grown quite fond of in high-school. Nothing but crimson red glances and quick "Hi!'s". But another odd aspect rose upon him; she seemed to be unloading a bunch of, one might say weird things. M&M's was normal but nails, fire-works and a HAMMER?? "Uhm, hey? What might you need these for?" Mark asked. He realized he was being quite nosy but he went for it anyway. Tapping the smaller boy on the shoulder with a soft smile.

God, this would be awkward.

// "Meeting Him Again" Thread with @booboipresents //

Hive was bored.

Extremely.

She wasn't sure what to do. Nothing had quite peaked the interest of that small attention span for longer than 5 minutes. 'Monster' by Skillet was blasting in bee decorated headphones as hive sat on the bed. Air drumming away, he seemed to await for ideas.

None came. Not yet. Tubbo waited. Until it was bored of waiting. Waiting was annoying as well. Tobias would get up from the bed and grabbed a satchel, sewn with various patches from bees to the warning sign and band logos. It was also literred in badges of all sorts. It waited for a little bit, standing there quite eerily. Toby seemed conflicted on what to do. Where to go to be more accurate. Until the idea of popping into town came to mind.

And off he went.

To town.

Tubbo arrives in the bustling little town near campus grounds. It was nice to say the least. Though nothing exciting. He couldn't remember what was packed in the satchel and still entered one if the local shops. Inside? A little bell seemed to ding his presence and she simply ignored it. His eyes wandered around before eyeing some compressed air. His eyes also seemed to linger around to find some nails and other supplies like hammers. She needed a new one. Probably. Even if he wasn't, it knew it'd be protected with more hammers. There was some grease - that went unnoticed - upon the individuals face. Oops. Oh well. Tubbo continued to gather some things, also spotting m&ms. Placing them on top, he decided to grab a basket. In it were nails, screws, some fireworks, a hammer and m&ms so far. Brown hair fell over the eyes, it didn't stop null however.

Nothing was going to stop him.

She was content lurking around for a bit. She hadn't actually noticed the cashier was someone he was fond of (most definitely fond of them) and started humming softly to the song change, bopping her head away. It was nice to listen to music whilst shopping. He was trying to find some blu tac and good glue but nothing. It'll probably be in another shop. Probably. Could ask but Tubbo wasn't feeling the most social. No one would know that though. And anyway, only certain people could disrupte that no social feeling out of the window in a positive manner. Some people just gave Tubbo light.

He liked that.