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"Are you sure this is the right way?" Ranboo asked for the third time in ten minutes. Each time Tubbo had given the same answer, and each time Ranboo had become more and more sure he was lying.
"Yes," Tubbo snapped again, as predicted. "For the millionth time, I know where I'm going."
Ranboo didn't doubt he knew where they were supposed to be going, but, at this point, they'd passed the same intersection three times now, and the way Tubbo was glaring at the map, brows furrowed and scowl firmly affixed, was all the evidence he needed to believe he didn't necessarily know how to get there.
"Maybe we should try asking directions," Ranboo suggested carefully.
Tubbo scoffed. "What, you're going to talk to a stranger?"
Ranboo couldn't help but flinch slightly at Tubbo's scathing tone, hurt panging along his ribs like a pinball machine.
Immediately, Tubbo's head snapped up, eyes wide. "No, wait, sorry, I didn't mean that, I swear," he spoke in a rush.
Ranboo frowned. "It's alright."
"No, no, it's not," Tubbo sighed, letting the map drop. "I'm sorry, dude, I'm just frustrated with this whole thing, but I shouldn't take it out on you."
"I'm just trying to help."
"I know, I know. Look, maybe it's okay that we're lost–"
"Oh, so you're admitting it now?" Ranboo teased, one side of his mouth ticking up in a half-smile.
"Shut up, dude," Tubbo groaned. "All I wanted was one date night at a nice restaurant but I can't even find the bloody place."
Ranboo full-on grinned then, cheeks warming at the reminder of his boyfriend's sweet gesture. "Yes, it was very romantic of you."
"Listen–"
"But maybe you're right," Ranboo cut him off before he could start complaining again. "Neither of us is really the fancy restaurant type. There's plenty of places around here. I'm happy doing whatever as long as we're together."
It was Tubbo's turn to have his face erupt in flames. Ranboo watched with satisfaction as he attempted to splutter out an answer.
"Yes, yeah, okay, I can – er – I'll look up something? On my phone, yup-"
"Just," Ranboo interrupted, holding out his hand, "Just walk with me."
Tubbo stared at Ranboo's proffered hand for a beat too long, before a grin blossomed across his face. "Yeah, okay," he said, and took his hand.
They walked off like that, hands swinging and bumping between them, until they finally found a small curry shop, the restaurant barely big enough for the two of them. They stuck out in their fancy suits, spicy sauce dripping down onto white button-downs, but the stupid jokes and embarrassed giggles they exchanged between them were more than worth it for one ruined shirt.