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The vlog today, although it had been painful, it had been fun. Tommy had gotten the worst of it, being the prime target of Philza and Tubbo.
Speaking of Tubbo, the shortest of the group was unsurprisingly ripped. I mean, he used to be a national trampolinist, what do you expect?
At one point, the lad carried at least 4 full belts of ammo, practically becoming a mule for the entirety of the round. After filming, he just randomly picked up Tommy and carried him around like he was nothing.
The group was understandably starving following their ordeal, as Tommy put it. Therefore, they decided to order dominoes once they got back to the hotel and crashed in someone's room.
They'd most likely end up in Wilbur's room- for no particular reason, they just always seemed to automatically go to his.
Phil had made the logical decision to order the food when they were still in the car, but only a few minutes away from their destination. Then, they wouldn't have to sit outside for as long- none of them saw the point in going inside to then send someone back outside to struggle.
So, when Big Russ dropped them off, the four sat on a bench- well, Wilbur and Phil sat on a bench. Tommy and Tubbo were comfortable just sitting on the floor, despite what they were told.
"When's the food gonna be hereeee?" Tubbo whined, zipping his jacket up and having a sip of his water. He'd worked the hardest, and had worked up quite the appetite.
"The app says it'll be here soon, don't worry." Phil explained with a light chuckle, rubbing his arms. He could already tell they'd all be aching tomorrow.
And of course, Philza Minecraft was correct. It didn't even take another five minutes for the food to arrive, and the group headed up to Wilbur's room.
They put the TV as idle background noise, Wilbur mindlessly putting on some police program that was one of the only things hotel TVs seemed to play.
Wilbur, Tommy, Phil and Tubbo got comfortable on the floor, all of them snacking on what they'd ordered.
In all fairness, they'd ordered quite a bit. None of it would go to waste though, and they'd just be eating cold pizza for the next few days.
It seemed as though Tubbo didn't get that memo, as he finished off his second pizza.
"Can you pass me the cookies?" He asked, and Wilbur nodded and passed the small blue box over.
"You should think about slowing down a bit, your gonna make yourself sick.” Phil stated, his paternal side showing.
“He’s just replenishing all the calories he burnt today, mans did some cardio.” The second oldest defended, fulfilling his role as the cool older brother.
However, Tubbo did have to admit he was starting to feel quite sick. The two cheese pizzas mixed with the cookies wasn’t really a nice combination, and he found himself closing the box and putting it off the the side.
“Will admit, do feel sick now.” He quietly said, shuffling a little so he was leaning against the bed. He then crossed his arms, but at the same time covered his mouth with his fist.
Tommy looked up at that, putting his phone back in his pocket. “You alright pal? Need Russ to reschedule your train?” The youngest asked, not wanting to force his friend to get the train when he didn’t feel well.
Tubbo shook his head, taking a deep breath and trying to think of anything but food. He felt the type of nausea that you can just wait out, even though half the time it just feels better to stop it completely.
“You just breath, alright mate? It’ll pass.” Phil quietly soothed, sitting next to the short lad and gently rubbing his shoulder. Yeah, he’d told him so, but he could say that later.
The mood really seemed to switch, as Wilbur and Tommy packed away all the food and moved it away, opening the windows and turning the fan on to try and get some fresh air in.
“Why don’t you sit by the window? Then you can focus on something in the horizon, it really helps.” Wilbur offered, already pulling a chair over.
Tubbo didn’t have much input on the situation, quietly getting up and slouching in the chair with a groan, looking at the clouds on the horizon.
The teen excused himself as he burped, crossing his arms across his aching middle as he just waited for the feeling to subside.
“Want me to message Ranboo? He might have some weird American remedies.” Tommy asked, getting a weak shrug from the uncomfortable member of the group.
Tommy took it as a yes, and loaded up discord on his phone, finding his DMs with Ranboo and sending him a quick message.
‘Tubbo has stomach ache. You’re American, how do we fix it?’
Unsurprisingly, Ranboo’s typing icon appeared very quickly. I mean, it’s not like he’d been doing anything all day- in all honesty he’d mostly just been asleep.
‘Do you have ginger ale over here? That’ll help. Tell him I said I hope he feels better :))’
“Philllll-“ Tommy called out. Seeing as he was sat right next to the man he wanted, there wasn’t really any need for him to shout, but he did.
The oldest chuckled, turning his head to face Tommy. “What mate?”
“Do we have ginger ale in the UK? I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever seen it.”
“They normally sell it at Co Op, I’ll go check.” Wilbur quickly appointed himself the job, eager to get away in case Tubbo did actually upchuck. As much as he wanted to help, he definitely wouldn’t be able to deal with it.
“Alright, be safe.”
“Ranboo said he hopes you feel better soon.” Tommy informed his fellow teen, who had moved from the chair to lying on the bed on his side, hugging himself.
“Tell Ranboo he’s not allowed to let me order dominoes again.” He jokingly whined, his conversations becoming more mumbled as he got increasingly tired.
“Why don’t you try and sleep Tubbo? Just for like an hour or so.” Phil suggested, but he was t met with a response.
Tubbo had pretty much fallen asleep as he was talking, and was now comfortably snoozing on Wilbur’s bed- the owner of which still hadn’t returned.
When he did, Tubbo was still asleep, the the 3/4 sleepy Bois passed the time by watching police interceptors.
Long story short, Tubbo never overdid it at dominoes again, and Wilbur updated his stash so that he always had ginger ale on hand.