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     Ranboo walks over to where he sees Techno sitting. He smiles, Techno’s pink hair shined in the evening sun. There is a white fabric wrapped carefully around his eyes, and he is wearing a wool sweater that Ranboo swears Tommy made. The sweater has Philza’s iconic hardcore heart embroidered over his own heart. Gold jewelry is decorating anyplace it can on his toned body. Once Ranboo walks close he notices that somethings off. In the warriors’ hands is a small gold ring with an emerald hanging from it.  

     “Ranboo, I thought you were away with Tubbo.” Ranboo wrung his hands when he heard Techno’s voice. “I was, but I came back early…” Ranboo walked closer, he knew that Techno knew why he came back early. The unfinished sentence hanging in the air. Techno placed the ring in his pocket. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me. I have Phil, Carl, and Steve.” Techno pats the step next to him as he turns to face the sun more. “It’s nice out,” Techno whispered. Ranboo sat next to Techno, “The sunset is fading.” Techno turned slightly to Ranboo, “What are the colors?” Ranboo smiled and took Techno’s hand into his. “The sun,” Ranboo moves Techno’s hand to point at the sun. “There is a line of orange along the horizon,” Ranboo once again moves Techno’s hand to follow where the orange light is. “Along the sun is a sliver of yellow.” Techno moves his hand trying to show Ranboo where he thinks it is, but he just ends up pointing at the sun, Ranboo laughs. “Ok, you’re close, but it’s just a little bit over. Above that is blue. And after that the sky slowly going dark.” Ranboo moves their hands up towards the middle of the sky. 

     “It sounds beautiful.” Ranboo tries to release his hand from Techno’s grip. “Where is Phil?” Ranboo leaned into the hold. “He left earlier, probably to fix up one of his hiding places.” Ranboo scoffs, “It’s a good thing I came home. Have you eaten anything? Or do you need help with something else?” Techno chuckles, “I haven’t made anything yet, but I set some stuff out, I was going to finish once I was done watching the sunset.”  

     “I’ll go finish while the sun finishes setting.” Ranboo gets up but stops halfway due to him and Techno still being connected. Techno looks up with a smile, a spark seems to go from Techno’s hand through his body. “You do not need to do that. Just go inside and wait while I cook supper.” Techno gets up and pulls Ranboo closer to him. The black and white haired boy leans closer into the hold. Why was he doing this. Techno probably thinks he is weird. “Why don’t we both work on supper,” Techno suggests.  

     The two of them walk into Techno’s house. “What were you trying to make?” Ranboo looks around the small kitchen area. A bowl full of potatoes is soaking in the sink, while another bowl has some bread rising in it near the fire. Ranboo turns around and notices a recently slaughtered chicken in Techno’s “fresh meat corner” as he liked to call it. “Well,” Techno drops Ranboo’s hand and places it on his neck in a sheepish way. “I was hoping to make chicken roast with some backed potatoes, but I then I found out that I needed to make some bread, so I went to get some ingredients form Phil…” Techno starts trailing off. “What happened in Phil’s house?” Techno turns away from Ranboo, “Maybe you should just look for yourself.” Ranboo turns away from the kitchen and walks out the front door. “I didn’t actually mean it.” Techno huffs and hurries after Ranboo.  

     Ranboo is too quick and is out the door before Techno even mutters a word. He runs towards Phil’s house, almost running into the door. Once he finally got the door open, his eyes are shown the disaster that had happened. Many of the trunks are laid open with supplies like gold and food beside them. A barrel full of pumpkins is placed beside the door. Ranboo turns to walk out and is met with the face of Techno. “It really looks like a tornado went through here.” Ranboo almost couldn’t finish the sentence with how hard he was laughing. “Bruhhh, be quiet. Your own house is a mess. Aren’t you keep some villagers in a hole in your basement?” Ranboo snorted, “That is my own mess in my house. Not a mess some 6ft pig dude made.” Techno huffed and walked out the door, almost tripping over the barrel. Ranboo just starts laughing more. 

     “Go away, you freakishly tall enderman, who probably can teleport, but is scared to try.” Now it’s Ranboo’s turn to huff. “I guess I’m just going to leave and tell Phil to come here quick and see what you did.” Techno turns and walks back to Ranboo. “You better not do that.” Ranboo shrinks slightly. He may have been almost 7ft tall, but a super strong 6ft tall brute walking towards you menacingly is going to be scary. Techno grabs Ranboo by the arm and drags him towards his house. “Well maybe later you can help me clean up,” Techno pulls him harder towards his house. “You know that I’ll do that no matter what. Where friends.” Techno knew that.  

     “So now that we actually have the ingredients,” Ranboo turns to Techno. “We can get started.” They both quickly made work of that night’s supper. They even made sure to make a little extra for Phil. Ranboo looks down at the table he started setting. “Should we set an extra spot for Phil, or will he not be joining us.”  

     “He said earlier to not wait for him,” Techno mutters, concentrating on kneading the bread. “I think he said he was visiting Tommy or Wilbur. I can’t remember. For all I know, he could be mining.” Ranboo moves the chicken into a Dutch oven and places it over the fire. “Ok, I have placed the chicken to cook. How's the bread going?” Techno looks towards Ranboo’s direction, “Um, it feels good, but Phil always tells me I shouldn’t be making bread so...” Techno trails off. Ranboo laughs once again. “I really don’t understand you at all. You’ve been blind for a while now-” Techno butts in, “Sence childhood.” Ranboo nods, “Sence childhood, and you act like you can’t do anything. The bread is perfect, don’t listen to Phil. He’s old and can’t even make bread himself.” Techno smiles, “Thank you, but you did see Phil’s house, right?”  

     “I did. It is still a mess.” Techno laughs quietly as he places the bread to be baked. “Could you help me clean up?” Techno turns towards his fresh meat corner, “I am a little worried about not cleaning this properly.” Ranboo quickly walks over to the corner pushing Techno away. “I got this. Don’t worry, you wash the dishes.” Techno doesn't move. “I thought you said I could do anything.” Ranboo scoffs, “Anything but this. There's blood everywhere over here.” Techno nods, “I guess you're right.” 

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    They had finished making supper and were now enjoying some nice silence while they ate. After they both finished they started working on cleaning up the mess Technoblade had made in Phil’s house. “How are either of us supposed to know where any of this stuff goes,” Ranboo says as he starts making piles. “Do you think we could get away with saying a tornado went through here?” Ranboo laughs, “Techno, how do you know I’m not lying about what it looks like. For all you know this room could be perfectly neat.” Techno huffs in annoyance. “Sometimes you act like I know literally nothing. I have defeated so many people on the battlefield,” Techno trips over the pile of books he just placed down. “Yet you still trip over everything. Maybe that’s what-,” Ranboo starts laughing at his own joke before he gets it out. “Maybe that’s why you’re so deadly. You trip and then accidentally stab someone.” Techno never lets his blindness get in the way of anything. Ask Phil that, he was more deadly than any sighted person, but to everybody’s surprise Techno was clumsy. When he wasn’t being the scary Blood god and only being Techno, he tended to trip over everything. Even air. Phil had tried getting him a cane or even training one of his dogs to help him, but Techno would always tell him he never needed it. Techno didn’t want to admit it, but a lot of the smaller scars he had were caused by his clumsiness. And that’s how they got to this point. With Techno tripping over the books, he had set down. 

    “Ok this looks almost back to normal,” Ranboo states. Techno turns towards him reaching for the boy's shoulder. “Do you think we could leave it how it is now. Phil house has always been a little messy.” Ranboo chuckles, “Honestly true.” Techno pulls Ranboo into himself and out the door. Ranboo and Techno start walking back into Techno’s house Ranboo had notices that Techno's usually pristine braids were a mess, it looked as though it hadn’t been properly redone in days. “Hey Techno, what did you do with your hairbrush?”  

    “Why do you need it.” Ranboo laughs, “Your hair looks like a bird's nest. How long has Philza been gone?” Techno hums, “Maybe three or four days. The brush is next to my bed.” Ranboo nods, it made sense for some reason Techno hasn’t learned to do his hair. Ranboo got up and made his way to Techno’s bedroom. He had always loved Techno’s bedroom. It was small but held everything he cherished. And the blanket on his bed was made from the same fabric as his cape. Ranboo walked over to the bedstand finding the brush. Another interesting thing about his room was the fact that everything was soft. The wood was worn so it no longer gave splinters and anything that had a corner was rounded and curved. The curtains were made of soft cotton.  

    “Did you find it. That is where Phil said he put it last,” Techno yelled up. Ranboo flushes, “Yah, it was where you said it was.” Ranboo quickly made his way back down the ladder. “You seem like the type of person who would be bad at stuff like this.” Ranboo laughs, “I can’t tell if that is an insult or not.” 

    “Well have you ever braided hair?” Ranboo pauses as he walks back into the living room. Techno has found one of the blankets Tommy made while living in Techno’s house and he had sat himself on the floor in front of the couch with enough room for Ranboo to sit on the couch and do his hair. “Niki taught me how to. She is amazing at that stuff.” Techno gives a small laugh, “So whenever she had those cool hair styles it was you.”  

    “Of course, and when she had bad hairstyles, it was also me.” Ranboo starts undoing the old braid trying not to pull too hard on the knots. Techno hisses, “Why are you pulling so hard.” Ranboo continues trying not to pull as much. “I’m not it just that a bird has actually seemed to have made a nest in your hair.” Ranboo slowly pulls out a couple small twigs. “When did you run into a tree. There are literal twigs in your hair.” Techno pulls the blanket around himself tighter. “Um, yesterday, I think. I was playing with Steve and we both just kind of wandered off. I wanted to have him play in the ocean, but I went the wrong way.” Ranboo snickers as he pulls on another knot. “Hey! I said be gentle. My head is going to hurt for weeks with how hard you are pulling.” 

    “Why haven’t you learned to do your own hair?” Ranboo asks. “I haven’t needed to learn. Phil has been by my side for like forever,” Techno hums and leans his head back slightly so Ranboo can get better access to the top of his head. “What type of braid do you want?” Ranboo starts sectioning the hair into two then each two into three. “Ranboo, just do what you want.” Ranboo starts runs his fingers through Techno’s hair scraping his nails lightly against his scalp. Techno hums closing his eyes. “I’m just going to french braid your hair.” Ranboo starts on the right side of Techno’s hair.