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Tommy stood at the Bowsprit of his ship, staring at the snowy coastal commune he had left 10 years ago, Clementine sat on his shoulder, the parrot grooming her cerulean feathers. In the distance he could make out the people standing at the dock, watching his ship slowly float towards them. Tommy took a glance at his home for the last 10 years, redwood worn though years of use, yet they shine from a decade of care all the same, and the flag with 2 intertwining disks, Mellohi and Cat, proudly on display for the world to see.
As he got closer, he could make out the commune's founder, his soul brother, and best friend, Tubbo standing in front of the crowd, his husband, standing just behind him, hetero chromatic eyes locked on the ship. And behind them he could see a Zombie piglin, zombification forever halted but still there, watching him approach as well. Michael was only 13, and yet he almost towered over both his parents already, and Tommy was well aware he was going to get taller.
Tommy jerked his shoulder slightly, giving Clemintine a signal he was going to dock, and the bird took off, scouting out the new faces, or going to find the familiar ones, Tommy wasn’t sure. Tommy moved away, getting everything ready, and steering the ship so that it wouldn’t crash anything. He watched as the people of the commune backed to give him space, he smiled at the one person who didn’t. Tommy tied ropes, threw down the anchor, closed the colors and kicked out the plank for him to step onto the dock. He didn't make it 2 feet before he was tackled into a hug
‘Clingy much, aye Tubbs?”
“You where gone for 10 years, i have a right to be a little clingy”
“Yer breakin’ me back, Tubbs”
“Cry me a river”
Tommy chuckled again, hugging his friend back. He felt the stare of someone else, so he looked up, locking eyes with Ranboo; Who quietly explained who he was to their son. Right, the kid wouldn’t remember him, he was 3 when he decided to give Essempee the middle finger and fucked off on his ship, with nothing but 3 months of food, some extra clothing and books to pass the time, from there he traveled the world, to Hermit craft, to Shady oaks, to Pheonix Drop, and to some places that had no name, just settlements, but where kind all the same. Where he stopped, learned, healed and became better. Where he learned how to harvest plants for tea, how to build and create, how to fight, how to meditate and free his mind from past burdens, where he learned basic Majiks, and how to communicate what he needed. Tommy was healed and ready to settle down and live a quiet life within the walls of Snowchester, being a tailor and tea shop owner for the commune and the rest of Essempee.
“Hello Ranbow” He greeted, startling the enderman hybrid “Tubbs ‘ere been treatin’ ya well?”
Tommy barely flinched from a small pinch at his side from his best friend. To which Tommy rolled his eyes, Ranboo only nodded in return. Tubbo finally felt like his hug was long enough, and pulled away from Tommy, still keeping a hand on the other, almost as if he was scared the other would leave again if he let go. Tommy smiled fondly at that.
‘We have so much to show you, Tommy” Ranboo started, seeing the two separate “but if you need it, we could wait until tomorrow, we are sure your tired from your journey”
“Na’ friend, its fine, ive been at it for ten years, ‘m sure i wont drop dead from a small tour” Tommy assure, gesturing for Ranboo to lead the way, the people of the commune understanding the gesture and going to continue their daily routines.
Tubbo happily took up the front of their group, leading the way and dragging Tommy with him, explaining to tommy the different places and shops, most of which where maintained from in the home, and how life around the commune worked, how everyone had their own place and helped keep it running, though tommy noticed they lacked a certain profession when in came to shops, one that made settling into his new life easier.
“Ya guys don’ ‘ave anyone to make clothin’ for ya”
Tubbo and Ranboo stopped to stare at him, and michael glanced up from his communicator, eyebrow raised.
“No, we dont, we have, uh, been importing clothing from Essempee and using what skilles you taught tubbo to modify them for the cold”
“No wonder you people look like shite”
Tubbo could only shrug.
“Well that makes my life easier, im still just as good with a needle as before, you know”
“Really?”
“Yeah, kinda needed it when my clothin’ got fookin’ yeeted by the sea and people alike”
Tommy gestured to himself and his outfit, finely made black trench coat with llama fur lining it, red embroidered accents and gold clasps making it stand out, his trousers where baggy, but more then functional with multiple pockets, and boots went up to his knees, more llama fur lining the inside and the top of them. Tommy was dressed to impress, and one could barely believe he had made the outfit himself if he didn't have his signature on the inside of the coat, embroidered with gold.
Tubbos eyes lit up, thinking about the idea of Tommy becoming Snowchesters tailor, looking towards Ranboo for approval, who just shrugged
“I can get everythin’ set up and open up shop tomorrow, take some orders, got everythin’ in me ship” Tommy told the two, looking back at the house they had offered him, 4 rooms, kitchen, living room, perfect for him to run a business out of.
“I’ll go get some guys to help you unload, be right back, come on Michael” Tubbo told him, dragging away the teen, who rolled his eyes and just followed, shoving his communicator back into his black hoodie pocket. Leaving Ranboo and Tommy alone
“ ‘ow they been?”
“Tubbo was sad at first, but hes always been go with the flow-”
“No’ em, the other ‘them’”
“Oh,,, They brushed me off and tried to find you when i told them you left, didn't believe me when i presented them your note”
“Fookin’ sounds like ‘em, fookers didn’ even try to look for me when i died, lau’hed it off if i remember what you fookin’ told me”
“Aye”
The two stayed quiet for a little longer, silence comforting, unspoken words floating between them, they both knew what it was like, neither said a thing about it. Finally tubbo returned with some people from the commune who where willing to help, and they got to work, moving things until the moon was high in the sky. Tommy took his first orders, for the men and women and their family’s, promising his best work, though seeing the time, he thought he could spend at least one day sleeping in. And as he layed in his hammock, Clementine in a nest of blankets to his side, he relaxed, he was ready to settle down, and start his new life.