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Tubbo wasn’t a moobloom who got easily spooked.
He’d been alone for a long time and he’d had his fair share of fights; in those situations he learnt why his species didn’t have a lot of natural predators. He was strong, hard to take down. The horns on his head weren’t just for show and the bees who liked to hover around the flowers in his hair were ready to defend.
So when an avian landed in a tree nearby, Tubbo flicked his ear and gave him a glance but nothing more. He continued smelling his favourite flowers from his favourite field.
Chirp.
Tubbo shifted his body so he could observe the avian from the corner of his eye. The boy tilted his head left and right seemingly curious as to why the moobloom hybrid was paying so much attention to the flowers.
Tubbo sighed and moved a curl of hair behind his ear; his finger bumped against a bee but the little creature didn’t mind. He picked up a flower and placed it there.
The buzzing next to his ears picked up in happiness. The insects were dancing to communicate with each other, Tubbo wished he could do the same. Dancing seemed like a lot of fun… he just had no one to talk to.
The golden avian with red streaks highlighting his feathers landed on the ground; guess enough time had passed where he decided there was no danger.
The bird boy chirped and started poking through the flowers as well.
Tubbo smiled and ran his hands over the petals that held his favourite colours. He inhaled the scent of the Earth, touching the dirt near each flower and feeling the strength of their stems to decide which ones to put in his hair. With happy ear flaps he was so engrossed with his routine that he missed how the avian copied him until there came a happy trill.
He looked up and the boy had his wings flared, flowers dotting through his feathers like christmas lights.
Tubbo chuckled catching the avian’s eye and chuffing in approval. The boy grinned turning and waving his hand in a sign to follow.
Tubbo rose to his feet and carefully walked between the flowers. What did the bird want to show him?
The avian twittered excitedly and crouched next to a unique flower. It was the only red one in the entire field.
Tubbo smiled and bent down to sniff it. He loved these flowers, they only appeared once a year.
With a delicate hand he picked the flower and turned to the avian. The boy’s eyes widened as Tubbo put the flower in his hair.
“To match your wings.” He supplied.
The avian’s hand came up to it and he froze at the soft petals there. His face turned determined and he searched the field with his eyes. Spotting what he wanted he flapped over to it making flowers rain from the sky.
Tubbo watched, mesmerised as the flowers twirled through the air. He’d had dreams like this… wonderful fantasies where spring never ended.
The bird landed next to him and offered out another flower. It was a yellow one.
“To match your…” The avian squinted. “Everything.”
Tubbo laughed. He was a very yellow moobloom.
“Thank you.” He went to take the flower but the avian shook his head. He reached out and placed it in his hair unfazed by the bees that scared so many other hybrids.
“What’s your name?” The avian asked.
“Tubbo.”
The boy grinned. “Tubbo lika da bee.”
The moobloom snorted. “And your name?”
“Tommy.” The avian fluffed up his flower covered feathers. “I like flowers.” He said it like it was a new thing, something he'd recently discovered and was proud of.
Tubbo smiled. “Wanna be friends?”
Tommy took his hands. "Yes."
He dragged Tubbo through the flower field dancing with him as the flowers kicked into the air.
Tubbo couldn’t be more happier.