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It was almost hard to believe his eyes, as tubbo watched the ghost of his husband dancing around gracefully in the rain.
A part of him was pained at the sight of him dead, the other filled with some sort of comfort and relaxation, with a bit of an unnerved feeling at the sight of the hybrid in the rain.
He sort of watched in sorrow as he leaned against the doorway, Michael in his arms, as he watched his husband dance across the snowy field in the rain and snow.
Sighing as he rocked his son to sleep, putting him in his little bed, before going back to looking at ghostboo more.
It was a calmin but sad sight in a way.
Seeing him laugh and spin, no longer harmed and no longer worried about the rain.
The ghost leaned and looked back at the goat at the door, grinning widely.
And the rain seemed to calm down as the dead hybrid extended a hand to him, asking him to join the dance.
Tubbo looked down and away for a moment before walking over to the other, placing his hand in the other’s, and they began to dance.
It reminded him of older times, when Ranboo was alive, dancing in the mansion to pass a bit of spare time, the memory put a soft smile on tubbo’s face as he looked up to the wide smile as the ghost led the dance.
He sighed leaning into the ghost as they danced.