#cpunz and ctubbo you'll always be famous to me

[prismartist]

"Come on Tubbo, come out."

"Nnnno, I don't think so."

"Don't make us go through this whole charade again. Stop delaying it, let's go."

Tubbo's legs are starting to ache. His whole body shakes from how hard he's cramping. He digs his fingers into the bark of the tree, ignoring the coarse bark, and prays to the only god he knew that his legs won't slip off the branch.

"You guys are really stubborn, you know that?" Punz's voice is a steely cold, more sharp and cutting than before. Tubbo has a feeling he'd seen what became of his base.

"You did say we're simple-minded."

Punz hums. "I did. And I'm not taking it back now. Now where are you?"

Tubbo tries to lean farther into the cluster of branches. He can see the white of Punz's hoodie through the brown. "Not telling."

"It's stupid to keep talking back at me." Punz turns his head ever so slightly. If he turns a bit more, Tubbo's sure he'll be spotted. He shuffles back a bit more.

"I know."

Punz snorts, and Tubbo thinks that's the closest he's heard to a laugh in a while.

"I'm sorry about your bees."

A long pause. Detachedly, Tubbo realizes the forest used to be noisier.

"Do you think that's going to make me stop chasing you?"

"...no, I suppose not. I just wanted to tell you."

Punz doesn't respond. He turns his head. Tubbo can see the blue of his eyes through the branches.

As quickly as he can, Tubbo climbs down the tree, and without turning to look at Punz, quickly runs into the foliage.