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Laying under their treehouse, Tubbo and Tommy watched the sunset.
"Look, that cloud looks like a muffin," Tubbo pointed out.
Tommy hummed before replying. "It looks more like a castle."
He gives the blond boy a bewildered look before looking back at the cloud. "No, it looks like a muffin."
"A castle."
"Muffin."
"Castle."
They throw each other a dirty look.
A couple of minutes past, before Tommy had enough. Hesitantly, Tommy pointed towards another cloud, far away from the castle/muffin cloud.
"Pig."
They glanced at each other before bursting into giggles.
The cloud starts shifting.
"Now, it looks like a guitar."
Shift.
"Now, a smiley face."
Shift.
"A fox."
Shift.
"Wings."
They paused.
Tubbo laid his head onto Tommy's shoulder, "Hey, Tommy?"
"What?" Tommy puts his head on top of his friend's.
"Do you think they miss us?"
"Definitely," he huffs out. "Who else do they have that exudes my manliness."
"Techno," Tubbo grins.
Tommy scowls, "I'll have you know that I beat techno at a spar before."
The sunsets. Both the teens' eyes start drooping.
"It's getting late."
"Yup."
With glazed eyes, both boys smile, ignoring how pale the other was or how their blood stained the bark of the tree and the grass beneath them.
"G'night, Tommy."
"G'night, Tubbo."