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Ranboo relaxed back into his chair, it was soft and big. The perfect chair to relax in, or sleep in when you forget to move from it to go to bed. Tubbo often complained about that, leading to the joke that he was jealous of the chair (this joke was more rooted in reality than tubbo cared to admit). Ranboo took to then suggesting that tubbo just simply join him in the chair, which caused tubbo promptly swear at ranboo and storm out the room. Ranboo then decided to not breach the topic again.
However, while tubbo was stubborn he wanted to hug his boyfriend while he was sleeping god fucking dammit and if ranboo wasn't gonna sleep in the bed well tubbo was gonna sleep in the fucking chair. So he did. He stormed into the living room wrapped in a blanket, not caring that his delightful boyfriend asleep. He was going to get his cuddles.
Tubbo plonked himself on the chair directly onto ranboo's lap. Smiling at the pained sound that ranboo made. Wiggled himself to get comfy (similar to how a dog does) and promptly fell asleep. His ranboo cuddle quota was finally being filled up. And maybe this chair was comfortable but he would never fucking admit that.