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Tommy. Was. GONE! ...for the day.
Tubbo was not happy about this. Tubbo was not happy because with Tommy gone he had no treasure. No treasure meant no cuddles. No cuddles meant no happy. Without his treasure he could not feel happy. His treasure had to go and meet some mother person lady. This was shit and cringe and piss, nonsense of the highest variety. Bollocks. Cunt, even.
He was languishing in his immense grief on the edge of the mansion's largest red sofa. The cushions were lined with silk. His heart was lined with lead that stung with every sorrowful breath. It was dark in the main red living room. Dark like his heart, as well as the sleek black velvet robe he was adorned in so as to signify his immense grief at the absence of his precious, darling, golden little beloved.
A mighty sigh left him as his hubby padded in quietly.
"Tubbo?" Ranboo said.
"Treasure." Tubbo sighed.
"He isn't gonna be back for like-" Green and red eyes glanced at the nearest wall clock. "-a minute. Or maybe a few hours. He's gone for a while."
There was grief. And then there was being Tommyless. Death would be preferred to this profound, endless longing. Tubbo knew his partner shared in his misery. It was etched into the frown on his face, the slouch of his shoulders, the twitching of his thin black and white claws, and the way he went all droopy and made a sort of sad-pouty "meeeeeeh" as he dipped his head to shamble over so he could kerplunk onto the sofa with Tubbo and share a lover's embrace.
Long, gangly, noodly arms snaked around his waist. Tubbo sighed into Ranboo's warmth. The world was so cold. He missed his Tommy so damn much.
"What if he's dead?"
"He's not dead."
"How do you know?"
"Because if he was, we'd blow up. or something."
Tubbo squinted and looked confused up at the ceiling. "I blew up a nuke one time."
Ranboo nodded as he hummed rather sagely. "Mhm. You did. You did do that, yes."
Tubbo was empty again. Too empty to speak. His arms hugged Ranboo tightly, but it wasn't the same. Not like when he held Tommy and the whole world made sense. He was so sad. He was going to cry and sob and scream and roar and break a fucking vase before he jumped out of the nearest window, ran fifty paces down the Snowchester streets, hooked a left at the radish patch, zipped to the stone at the edge of town, climbed it, got on top of it, sat his ass down to look at the great grand yonder of the sea and sky overhead, and simply screamed his throat out raw until it was bloody just so he'd feel something again.
It was all to much.
He couldn't even cry.
He made a little wince.
"I want to hold his hand again."
Ranboo cooed and brushed a smooth claw against his reddish, puffy cheek. "Oooh, you will."
Tubbo noticed that his hand was shaking. He blinked. "We can cry about it, right?"
Ranboo paused and looked a bit worried.
"....c...CAN we cry about it?"
The corners of his eyes were already starting to steam. The sight made Tubbo's chest lurch as he felt his own eyes begin to grow all misty. He sniffed. He nodded.
They both proceeded to cry REALLY LOUD and REALLY REALLY HARD. Like. Like full on soBBING, okay? just a fucking cry fest. with tears. and sobs. and sniffles. and lots of Ender screaming. and lots of dragon goat boy screaming. and lots of "WAAAAAAAH, I MISS TOMMYYYYYYY"s mixed in with a few "AAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WHY DID HE LEEEAAAAAVE??" and a good couple "LIFE IS PAIN" and "MISERY IS ETERNAL" because they really were just THAT UPSET, because their Tommy was gone, and they were sad and everything fucking sucked.
life sucked when you didn't have a Tommy.
it sucked and it sucked BAD