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"No, no, no, no, no." Ranboo ran down the stairs of his work building. "This can't seriously be happening!"
He was late. For the first time in, well, forever. Pushing open the large marble quartz doors and stomping towards his office. The sky was starting to turn a dark orange, along with hints of a beautiful shade of purple. The sunset. Ranboo always loved seeing the sunset while he was working, even if he'd seen it a million times now. He would love to be able to touch the sky, as he had heard it felt like a thicker water from a few of his coworkers. And the only thing standing between him and the astounding experience was a thin sheet of glass-and the fact he didn't have the promotion yet- but he didn't like to dwell on that part.
"Tubbo! Big T! How's the little rock you're taking care of going?" Ranboo was pulled out of his thoughts by a loud and cheerful voice he recognized.
"The rock is called Earth, Tommy. And it's going terrible! The humans are fucking it up!" The short, brown haired boy groaned to his taller friend. "And after I spent so much time making it perfect too," Tubbo pouted, half mockingly and half genuine.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just send a meteor their way and start again," The blonde adjusted his "dress, but totally not a dress" (according to Tommy) Ranboo tuned out the rest of their conversation, only focusing on Tommy's movements and such. Ranboo could never tell how Tommy can be so obnoxiously loud but still everyone's favorite. He resented and admired Tommy for that. Maybe if he just talked to him he could figure it out...
"Hey Ranboo!" A voice, once again, brought him away from his thoughts. But this time it was Tubbo, whose hooves clacked against the marble floors as he rushed over to him. "What are you doing here? You should be in your office right now, you know...bringing the moon?" Tubbo grinned at Ranboo's embarrassed expression. Ranboo shifted under his coat, digging his face into the fluff on his shoulders.
"I'm late. I know. I was going to my office but got caught up looking at-"
"Tommy?" Tubbo interrupted.
"I was going to say the sunset so no," Ranboo pursed his lips together into a straight line. Sighing, he turns around and starts walking to his office.
"You should be more subtle about that by the way. He's mentioned it before, says it's weird. If you wanna kill him don't make it so obvious," Tubbo shrugged, making a joke even though there's no accessible way to kill another deity without, certain equipment, that Ranboo definitely does not have.
"I don't want to kill him!" Ranboo exclaims. "I just, he's so interesting. He's always seen with a dumb smile on his face and I don't know how he does it. I think he's cool." Tubbo stays silent before exaggerating a gasp.
"What if I introduce you to each other! Then you can be #forlifers!" Tubbo noticed Ranboo's confused gaze so he sighed. "It's a human term. You wouldn't understand."
Ranboo huffed and shook his head. "I can't talk to him. It took, what, like a good century for me to open up to you, so I could never do that with him," Ranboo lightly pushed the door of his office open.
Inside was a fairly small office, by the higher ups standards anyways. It was about the size of an auditorium, a single solid wall and a half dome wall made of glass that shows his workspace.
"You don't have to talk to him directly. I can do it for you!" Tubbo skips around the room, his hooves making a repeating thud with every step.
"So what? You just repeat everything I say back to him?" Ranboo pulls a lever on his dashboard. He presses the same buttons he does every night for a millenea, able to do it with his eyes closed.
The dark orange and purple sky starts turning into a myriad of dark blue and purple shades. And little white stars start shining brighter with a single press of a button. No matter how many times Ranboo has seen it, he would never get tired of his job. Others would, but not Ranboo. Ranboo appreciated every single placement of the stars and phases of the moon because every night it would change ever so slightly you wouldn't notice unless you really looked.
Ranboo pulls up a sheet of paper, and writing a single tally mark. Marking that this night has been completed and everything was in order.
Tubbo smiles wide and jumps on Ranboo's shoulders. "That's it! You can write letters, and I can give them to him! Its genius! That way you don't have to speak to him directly and it'll be easier for me to help you," Tubbo cackles. "Aw man this is just like those story plots some of the humans write. But real, and better. Those fuckers and their wattpads,"
Ranboo opens his mouth just for Tubbo to place a finger on his lips, shushing him.
"At least try this idea out. If it doesn't work we can try another method. Please? For me?" Ranboo groans and rolls his eyes. He could never deny Tubbo.
"Fine. I'll do it." Tubbo cheers. He prances over to Ranboo's desk and gets a piece of paper and a quill. "But if this backfires I will cry for all eternity. Just so you know,"
"It won't backfire, not with me directing it! Now write!" Tubbo shoves the materials into Ranboo's hands. Ranboo sighs and drops to the floor, sitting criss cross apple sauce.
The two sit on the floor for about an hour, talking about things he could say, along with the occasional joke cracked by Tubbo. The more Ranboo writes the more he gets comfortable with the idea of doing this regularly.