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Ranboo sighed, turning off the lantern in the living room as they prepared to settle down for the night. It was ten o’clock in the evening, and most had logged out for the night, sleeping idly in their beds. Ranboo was ready to do the same, after a long day of mining, already having their pajamas on. Tubbo and Micheal were already asleep. At least, Micheal definitely was. Tubbo might still be reading a book or something.
Ranboo internally shrugged. It wasn’t their business what their husband did before bed, so they didn’t go out of their way to find out. They had entered the kitchen, beginning to clean up dinner from earlier that night. They washed the dirty dishes in the sink and wiped down the stove as they let themself succumb to their thoughts. Mostly about how their sleepwalking has been getting worse lately. They would wake up in the woods or at an entire different part of the server. It was odd, because until recently, they wouldn’t go outside the mansion when they sleepwalked. But there wasn’t much they could do about it, so they just prayed they weren’t going to hurt themself one night.
They glanced around, trying to figure out if anything else had to be done. The kitchen had been swept clean of any remaining dinner messes, and they had already straightened up the living room from their earlier movie night with Tubbo and Micheal. They sighed with relief when they came to the conclusion that they were done cleaning up today's messes. It was finally time for slumber.
Of course, as they were making their way to their room, where their bed and the comfort of sleep awaits them, rapid knocking came from the door.
Ranboo froze to a halt. Who could possibly be knocking at this hour? They turned and made it over to the door, looking through the window before they opened it. Peeking through the curtains, there was none other than Tommy Innit knocking on the door repeatedly. The boy looked worse off, honestly. Her hair was matted and looked more dirty blonde then golden, with all the dirt and grub in it. He had scratches littering her everywhere, and Tommy looked like he was limping. Ranboo wasted no time throwing open the door, once they saw the state he was in.
“ Tommy? You’re supposed to be in exile, what are you doing all the way out here?” Ranboo questioned, pulling her in while being careful not to disturb her wounds. Tommy winced, stumbling in the mansion. Ranboo didn’t wait for her answer, sitting her down on the couch, where blood trickled down onto the cushions from her wounds. Ranboo internally groaned since they would probably be the one having to clean it.
Ranboo left Tommy alone for a few moments, leaving the bleeding imp on his couch to rest before Ranboo tended to her wounds. Ranboo made their way to the bathroom, grabbing the necessary supplies they would need to heal Tommy. While they did this, their mind reeled with questions. First of all, what happened. He was littered head to toe in wounds, some of them worse off than others. Not to mention how sad he looks. Her usually electric blue eyes were dulled down to a half lidded, depressing gray. Even the way he held herself was just depressing. It was like he sunk in on herself, slouched over and depressed.
Second of all, how did he even manage to get here? Wasn’t her exile super far away? There was no way he could have just… walked. It would have taken forever, and at the state he’s in right now, he wouldn’t have been able to make the trek without dying anyway. And it isn’t like he flew back. Her wings aren’t big enough to hold herself in the air for long, like Phil’s are. They’re small and webbed. They were an imp’s wings.
Ranboo sighed, shaking their head. They could ask all the questions they wanted to once Tommy was healed and safe. Right now, they just grabbed all their healing supplies and headed over to where Tommy was still sitting on the couch, in the same sunken position he was beforehand. Ranboo kneeled down in front of her, setting their supplies down next to them.
“Tommy?” They questioned. The imp’s pointed tail flicked as he glanced at Ranboo. Ranboo’s heart could have broken the second they met such depressed, dull eyes. Sadly, they didn’t have time to deal with a broken heart, so they started cleaning Tommy’s wounds as they continued.
“Tommy, can you please tell me how all of this happened?” They asked. It wasn’t a demand, it was just a question. Therefore, Tommy decided he didn’t want to answer it. He shook her head, eyes trained on how Ranboo was intricately wrapping bandages around his wounds, as if they had done it a million times before. They probably had.
Ranboo sighed. That was alright. They could ask another time. They sat in silence as they focused on Tommy’s wounds once more, trying not to let the anxiety of the situation get to their head. They could feel Tommy’s eyes trained on them, and it made their enderman instincts a bit uncomfortable, which didn’t help with the stress. As if Tommy could sense this, he turned away to look around the living room.
Ranboo continued with a slightly calmer mindset since Tommy’s eyes weren’t staring at their every move. The imps' wounds, now that they really looked at them, seemed intentional. They were sliced into her skin in a clean, straight line. It made Ranboo’s stomach do flips at the implications. They just hoped that Tommy hadn’t been doing what they were thinking.
Speaking of Tommy, he was starting to doze off. Her eyes were fluttering closed, and his posture was a lot lazier than it was beforehand. Ranboo shook their head. That was fine. They could just let her fall asleep on the couch, if he really wanted. As they finished nurturing Tommy’s wounds, they rose from where they were kneeling down on the floor in front of her, and laid her down on the couch, grabbing the blanket that had been folded on the armrest since movie night. Ranboo laid it over Tommy’s dozing form, propping her head up on a pillow.
Ranboo gazed over her. They had done a good job with her wounds, they were all bandaged up, and Tommy didn’t look like he was in as much pain. Ranboo nodded to themself and pat Tommy’s shoulder in an act of saying good night, before they headed over to their own bedroom.
Or, they would have, if a calloused hand hadn’t tugged them back.
Ranboo jumped, gaze snapping back to Tommy. He looked like he was sleeping, but her hand was wrapped around Ranboo’s wrist. Ranboo’s head tilted with confusion until Tommy cracked open an eye. Ah, so he wasn’t asleep.
“Don’t leave.” Tommy mumbled, before shutting her eyes once more. Ranboo sighed, but they didn’t really mind. The couch was just big enough for Ranboo’s lanky form to slide in with Tommy, and the two quickly accommodated themselves to having to fit on the couch. Tommy ended up on top of Ranboo, their hands wrapping around Tommy as Tommy’s head laid comfortably on their chest. Their tails intertwined comfortably. If Ranboo woke up tomorrow with a crick in their neck from having to fit on the couch, they wouldn’t mind.
And if Tubbo came into the living room tomorrow, shocked shitless that Tommy had just appeared , he didn’t wake the two still sleeping friends up.