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RANBOO finished clearing off the table for Tubbo and just stood there for a moment, watching his husband. The evening had been rather laid back, since Tommy had taken Michael for a sleepover, and Ranboo really just liked looking at his husband.
“You know,” Tubbo started, which probably meant Ranboo did not know, “we’ve been married for a while now. Have you ever wanted to [have sex]?” He seemed anxious.
“Honestly? No.” Ranboo replied, chuckling nervously. “I don’t think I even have the necessary apparatus. Um.”
Tubbo let out a breath, considering that and relaxing. A moment later, he asked, “What about kissing and [stuff]?”
“I have, a bit?” Ranboo admitted, twisting his hands in front of himself. “I mean, I don’t really want to, people’s spit has water in it, but it might be interesting to try someday. Like, it might be cool to try, and sex too, but I don’t need to or really want to for a long time. If we never did, I’d still be happy, y’know? Like, I love you, but not in a, I-want-to-have-sexual-relations-with-you way. I do want to sleep with you, but in the sense that we cuddle and feel so safe and comfortable in each other’s presence that we fall asleep.
“I proposed to you for a reason. I do want to wake up next to you, and have to merge my schedule with yours, for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you. And if I can’t, I want to be able to treasure the time I have with you. I want to have as much time with you as possible.”
Tubbo had stopped washing dishes, turning around. The bumblebees that currently made up his chat and the particles that made up Ranboo’s had started to constantly shift between the two’s perspectives.
“I love you, in the sense that I’d follow you to the borders of this world, and give you everything I own, if you really needed it. I wouldn’t hesitate.”
Tubbo’s eyes were suspiciously wet, but he grinned and held out a soapy wet hand. “Really? Give me your emeralds, then!”
Ranboo rolled his own, admittedly slightly wet, eyes. “I said if you really needed it , not if you were being a golddigger !”
Tubbo pouted jokingly, applying the puppy dog eyes. Ranboo laughed, handing over forty-two emeralds. “There, that’s all I have on me at the moment.”
Tubbo snatched them up, tucking them quickly into his inventory. “And what about Tommy?” He asked, turning back around to the neglected dishes.
Ranboo paused for a moment. “Well, Tommy’s your brother, first and foremost. He is, objectively, the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, but I wouldn’t ever kiss him. Ew. I want to love him like I love you, but I, like, don’t want to stop loving you or make you jealous, because that wouldn’t be fair to you, and I especially don’t want to make him mad or scare him off. He’s very delicate, and he needs a lot of love, and he’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever seen, just like you. How could I help falling in love with him? But… you’ll always come first. Just because I have a crush on Tommy doesn’t mean I love you any less. I’ll get over–”
Tubbo laughed wetly, interrupting him. “Prime take it, Why does every talk about [stupid] emotions we have end up with me crying! But, I don’t think that’s a crush, big man. I think you’re allowed to love my brother , as you put it.”
“Well, aren’t you brothers?” Ranboo asked, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. “Not of the same… but yet the same… I don’t know what the Common word is. But you have the same… ⌇⍜⎍⌰, you are the same ⟒⋏⏁⟟⏁⊬, two ⋔⍜⏚⌇. One person, two bodies? I think it would translate to?” his forehead was creased in thought.
Tubbo stayed quiet.
“I guess so.” he said finally. “Anyway, I was thinking of inviting Tommy to live with us. He hates all that overly romantically affectionate [stuff], which is why I asked. I’m hearing that would be okay?”
“That would be fine!” Ranboo enthusiastically agreed. “But why didn’t you just ask?”
Finally done with the dishes, Tubbo drained the sink and dried off his hands. “I dunno, I thought maybe you did want to [-], and I was just being a bad husband, not noticing.” He sat down on the lowest counter (made specifically for his height). “I just…”
Ranboo picked him up, holding him close in a hug. “It’s okay, I’m just not used to the subtleties and oddities of overworlders.”
Tubbo, his tears dried, sniffled slightly and looked up at him and grinned. “Like gender?”
“Yeah, and the fact that ⊬⍜⎍ ⎅⍜⋏'⏁– what?” Ranboo asked, not noticing the difference. The smile had slipped slightly on Tubbo’s face.
“It’s fine, big man. You just slipped into your other language, like earlier.”
“Prime!” Ranboo swore, setting Tubbo down on the counter as he rolled his eyes. “I thought I’d gotten over that!”
Tubbo giggled. “It sounds nice. You should speak it more.”
Ranboo grimaced, about to reply, when Tubbo’s comm dinged.
<Tommy: Ehy bigman cnan ico mee ob=ve r snd sepened ghreed naghre?>
Tubbo looked up at Ranboo. “Tommy wants to come over and spend the night. Would that be okay?”
Ranboo nodded. “Of course! That’s what we were just talking about!”