Don't Call me That -SEQUEL TO SCMT

44- So You Think You Can Dance

((Part of me wanted to put another song but I've always imagined this scene to this song so I couldn't))

((This one goes out to you, THAT_TRANSCOW))

Dinner was, unsurprisingly, a hit. Can't go wrong with stew, nor potatoes. Everyone'd long gone to bed by the time the rain started.

At first it was quiet, than louder, like pebbles across the rooftop. The wind had picked up, water dripped from the roof, and the rain hitting the leaves of nearby trees was nearly audible through the walls.

Then there was a roar, a crack of thunder.

Tubbo sat up, glancing around the room before realizing it was just the weather. He looked over to what should've been a sleeping Ranboo to find an otherwise empty bed. He got up, finding the room to be completely empty.

Not again...

Tubbo got up and slowly started searching the main area of the house, figuring they'd sleepwalked again and not wanting them to get hurt.

It didn't take long to see them, standing in the dark kitchen. It was funny how creepy they looked in the dark, like a tall spindly creature with thick shaggy hair. As he paused by the entrance and just watched the small sounds started to stand out and become clearer.

Quiet humming, the buzz coming from the microwave even though it wasn't being used and had no right to be making any sound, in his opinion. Some kind of scraping that stood above the rest, but not the dangerous kind. Like toast.

He walked over, checking it out quietly. Oh, they were awake.

"Hi," he whispered.

They let out a gargled cough, tensing as they looked over at him, expressionless besides widened eyes. Oops. Too good at sneaking. Like a ninja. Ran had said that once, and he decided he liked to think of it like that. Sounded a lot cooler than it did sad.

"Oh, just you," they whispered back. "Scared me for a second, you're so quiet sometimes."

"You should've seen your face," he smiled.

"Shut up, I didn't even make one. Too busy being startled."

"Did too. Your eyes had that look," he giggled, poking their side.

They crossed their arms, squinting at him. "Seriously?" They made a similar face, trying to remember, and shook their head. "That's such a small difference, you're just better at reading me than anyone."

They sighed, but the thing their eyes did and the small smile gave it away. That was their "I love you" face. They'd been equal parts mortified and happy when he'd told them it was the one that looked the most like anyone else's of any face they accidentally made. It was a little funny seeing them worry about other people reading them right instead of their usual worrying of being read wrong.

"I'm better at reading Tommy than anyone else is too, I just-" he paused. Was he really going to say 'like you more'? That felt a lot more like betraying Tommy than having them be equal on the list, and wasn't sure he really liked either more.

"Hm?" Ran leaned on the counter, holding a piece of jam on not toasted bread, but from the sound it made it was either stale or hard.

"Dunno," he shrugged. "I like watching you more."

"That's gay," they whispered, taking a bite. Dumb idiot.

"You're gay," he whispered back, seeing the other piece of bread on the counter and picking it up to take a bite. Stale, then. Stale or weird. Nice jam though. Ranboo shrugged, conceding.