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We are on the couch, Tubbo with a cup of coffee and me with a glass of water. The fact that I can even hold the glass is still mind-blowing to me, let alone being able to feel the condensate forming on the outside where chill water "meets" warm air. It feels like magic.
"Do you- how long have you been here? In my backyard?" Tubbo asks, but it is not accusingly, he just seems genuinely curious.
I panic, suddenly very interested in the water. Heat rises on my cheeks and I think about what to tell him, finally settling on something and opening my mouth when... Three rap knocks on the front door. Loud, clear, almost aggressive.
Tubbo furrows his eyebrows and stands up to go over and open it, just as the sound of the door flying open and the handle hitting the wall echoes through the house. My eyes widen. We are not being robbed, surely?
"Toby!" Yells a voice which I immediately recognize. Tommy. Tubbo's best friend. Inseparable duo. Clingy duo. Bee boy and TommyInnit. The many pseudonyms run through my mind in the few seconds it takes for Tommy to stalk into the room. "Toby, where are you? Oh, there you are."
"Tommy? Wha- why are you here?" Tubbo's mouth is agape, and I am surprised he hasn't dropped his cup in shock yet.
Tommy glances over at me, but his eyes stay on me so briefly, so uninterested, that it makes me think he can't see me. But Tubbo must have noticed the direction he was looking because he says; "Have you met Y/n yet? Wait, no, of course, you haven't." He facepalms. "Tommy, Y/n. Y/n, Tommy." He says, gesturing between us.
