Vwoop - Technoblade and Ranboo

20

It's not like he really has belongings to pack from the room. All the clothes he owns he's wearing now, his weapons and tools have a place on his waist or on his back, he can't put the child in the bag and practically nothing that's decorating the room is his.

With the exception of...

Technoblade's gaze goes to the desk, where the diary that apparently was written by his own hands lies, and next to it, the mysterious sheet and the book that he took from Philza's library rest forgotten.

Technoblade thinks for a moment. And one moment more. And he finally decides that he is not above stealing (borrowing without asking), walking until he reaches the book and the papers. If there is something useful in this house that he will definitely need in the future, it is that book.

"... Techno?"

The hybrid turns around quickly, and his body seems to struggle on deciding how to react. His hands instinctively reach for the handle of his weapon, but the blue eyes, warm despite their cold color and filled with concern in front of him, pierce through his mind and make him feel ridiculous for feeling the need to arm himself. Technoblade hadn't looked Philza in the eye for days, since before he locked himself in his room.

But then again...

"... Getting him out of the way wouldn't be an issue..."

His fist clenches, centimeters away from grabbing the base of the diamond axe hanging from his waist. Cautious but not impetuous.

"Techno... what's wrong, mate? Please tell me what's happening, I'm really worried about you."

The hybrid tries to ignore the avian's anguished tone, planning to resume his packing, failing to get hold of the book as its owner stands in front of him. What he wants most is to avoid confrontation (Technoblade?! Avoiding confrontation?!) and stealing an item while he looks its owner in the eye is a good way to stir up trouble.

"Leave me alone. I'm leaving your house."

The man's expression changes slightly, evidently wanting to hide his reaction but failing to conceal how his eyebrows try to frown and his mouth twitches slightly.

"If that's what you want, I won't stop you, Techno. But I would like to talk to you before you go."

They both look at each other in a tense silence, barely broken by the background sounds emitted by the enderling, fiddling with whatever he has in his hands.

"Can I, Techno?"

The piglin feels defeated when he almost unconsciously nods without speaking, sighing heavily. The older man doesn't move from his place in the doorway, and only his expression seems to reflect evident relief.

"I guess I'd first like to apologize on Wilbur's behalf. He was just scared, and I understand you were too."

Hah.

"I wasn't scared." He grumbles in a low voice. "What would I be scared of? Huh?"

"Well, maybe of a dude that threatened you, holding your kid?"

Oh hell. Not now. The stupid sarcastic tone echoes in his head. He miraculously almost forgot that was a thing.

The urge to hit a palm against his temple, hoping to silence the taunting voice is great, but when his hands are occupied by a backpack and a child it's easy to resist the urge to harm himself.

"Did you come here to mock me or something?" He exclaims in a tone a level more aggressive than he had planned. The kid in his arms hums, and if he didn't know better, Technoblade would think he's backing him up.