Third Person POV[No Focus]
The three boys got ready in their street clothes again, hiding their identity to not be recognized.
They walked through the already dark and almost empty streets, being the brave or lonely the only remaining ones on that place, the trio just made their way to what looked like an abandoned, broken house, there are some containers around it, apparently they were the reason the house was broken but no one cared about that, it was a house on the lowest district, of course they didn't.
When they arrived they knocked on the door that was full of cracks, in a very precise manor, to which it opened slightly, only one eye to see was the response they recieved. After the eye surveyed them the door shut for a moment before being slung wide open.
After a moment of consideration, the guard moved to the side and made way for the trio to walk past in.
People were talking and laughing and enjoying themselves. Their were people trading, others asking for help, some weird hobbies being mentioned and people making friends. Despite the hustle and bustle, it wasn't loud at all and infact was closer to a loud whisper that waved its way through the surrounding scene.
A vignette of many artists stood close to a cliche that was known for easy and fair jobs for Jen or as it was also known as, JobO'Jen as a lot of desperate people whispered about them and how they help in finance but benefit them much more elsewhere - although no one knows where.
Tommy looked over to Ranboo and noticed his semi-unusual behaviour: the long, slow swishing of his tail on the floor but still minding objects and people nearby; the clank of his faux jewellery as he fingered and fumbled absentmindedly; and his raised shoulders, almost as if he was begging to hide behind them. Tommy tapped Tubbo, pointing to Ranboo and then pointing to the gang in the next room from the large, open doorway.
Despite Tommys ambiguous signs, Tubbo got the picture and quickly tottered over to the much taller Enderman hybrid. Tommy slinked off as Tubbo turned his attention on the internally hyperventilating Ranboo. Slowly, Tubbo steadied the scared boy's hands and forced the fumbling to stop. Afterwards, Tubbo slowly reached and pulled the Enderman hybrid lower by his shoulders, relaxing him in the process and then slowly starting carressing his cheek until their pupils dilated and came back into focus now calmer, but still anxious and scared.
[Tommy Focus]
Tommy walked around the other runaways noticing very small objects of Jen value and nicking them as he danced slowly around, turning, and playing up an act, his theatrical skills were magnifique and the best, obviously.
After a while he knew what he was going to do and only needed to tell the others the plan, he was on his way to them but something or more like someone caught his attention.
He walked over to a boy, not much older to Shroud, maybe 1 or 2 years, and put a hand on his shoulder, the boy flinched at the touch and quickly turned to face the blond.
He was a boy with brown hair with white strands between the brown mess, 2 cow like ears moved with him and his white tinted chocolate brown eyes looked like they were planning his next move, he realized who it was and relaxed.
"Hey tan, didn't know you were around here", said the child with a nervous chuckle
"Didn't know you were here neither Hen, we were confused when you weren't with the rest, you never leave their side after all" said the manchild to the younger boy.

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