After the fiasco with Tommy and Wilbur died down, Wilbur had given you a brief tour, which meant that you got a peek at an absolutely massive potato farm, and then got to look at a bunch of rocks.
Good rocks.
Wilbur showed you where everyone slept, and for the first night you had to spend there, no bed on you, you just picked the biggest one and conked out.
Nothing in particular stood out. Had a weird dream with huge cats, and really tiny Hoglins that could teleport your items into their hands, but other then that, you woke up and it was normal.
You were actually the first to wake up. It surprised you that a revolution didn't have as early as a schedule as you did, but you shrugged it off and got to work.
And by work, you meant digging in your backpack until you found all the supplies for all of your warm drinks.
Tea, hot chocolate, coffee, anything under the sun you could get your hands on.
Leaving your bag next to the bed you slept in, you walked out of the room in search of a means of making your drinks.
The furnace directly next to the chests would serve the purpose, so you walked up, half rubbing sleep out of your eye, and set all your things on top of the chest.
Plopping the kettle down onto the furnace, popping some water in and stoking some coal below it, you had to wait.
Waiting in a ravine wasn't the best way to wait around, but it certainly wasn't as bad as when you first walked in.
Now, you knew there were people living here, and it provided you comfort in some strange sense.
Safety in numbers. And a few other lines like that could describe your mental state.
It took another five minutes, but once the kettle started to whistle, you popped in everything you needed for coffee, adding a few cocoa beans just to give it some sort of flavor.
It was around that time that you heard digging. Coming from the entrance room up the stairs.
Which meant someone was entering the little hideaway you had here.
Tensing, you listened to their footsteps.
The entrance was closed behind them, and they shuffled around in the room.
Their footfalls were careful sounding. Each one muffled and quiet. It sounded like they knew exactly where they wanted to go, no fumbling involved.
The only other person who knows about this ravine, other then the people already here, was Technoblade.
So surely it had to be him.
It couldn't be anyone else.
Unless it was anyone else.
Like Quackity. Or Jschatt.
With a shudder, you lazer focused onto the top balcony, their steps trotting down the spiral staircase.
You saw the top of their head before anything else, and the familiar sheen of a gold crown, and the Miller pink hair that rustled under it was all you needed to see.
Just Techno. Phew.
You kept staring, watching him meander down the steps, waiting for him to notice you were in the room.
He didn't see you until he got to the second crossing, woodtrap doors creaking as he finally noticed someone else was in the ravine with him.
"Morning." You softly murmured, waving a half-hearted hand at him.
He took in the gesture, if the stock still standing was anything, and waved back, muttering his own tired, "...Hulloo.." to you.
You wished you could see his expression, but you supposed staring at the blank mask would have to do.
He tread down the steps, pausing a few feet away and giving another quiet stare.
"I suppose you've taken up Wilbur's invitation?"
"More or less- got a bit paranoid, so decided to move in." You side glanced his intimidating form. The mask was still bone. His tusks were still sharp.
"Coffee?" You questioned, turning back to the pot you were brewing, grabbing a few cups and setting them in a convenient place to pour.
He hummed, walking up to see what you were doing before answering with a, "I suppose that could be nice."
He sounded tired.
Grabbing a filter, you placed it on the cup and poured, letting it get close to the top before stopping and removing the filter.
"I don't have any milk or cream, but I have sugar if you want some sort of a sweetener."
He hummed again, merely reached an arm past you to gently grab the rim of the cup.
For a moment you both paused. Techno glanced at you, leaning against the wall, steaming cup in hand.
You glanced at him, half paying attention to the cup you were pouring yourself.
The way he was slumped set you off a bit. His head nodded, ever so slightly, every few seconds, and you couldn't help but be suspicious.
"....When was the last time you slept?"
His response was slow. Head and mask, that were previously looking at the swirling steam of coffee swiveling up to look at you the slowest way possible.
"Yesterday." He deapanned.
"Was it a nap? Or an actual night of rest?"
Another pause.
He did not want to give you clear answers.
"Remember that day you pushed me over a nether cliff?"
You nodded.
"Yeah." Was all he said after that.
Your reaction was immediate, a disbelieving, "Techno!" Coming out of you mouth, as you gave him another solid, and this time disapproving look.
"What the heck dude- you need to sleep! Give me your coffee back- go to bed!"
You snapped your arm out to reach for his cup, to which he moved it to the right, just far another to avoid your initial snatch.
"Sleep is for the weak. and if there's one thing I'm not, and let's be real here- it's being a weak nerd."
His grumbly voice stayed monotone the whole time he said that, no humor even though it was clearly meant as humorous, and try as you might, he chugged the coffee without a second thought.
"Oh my gosh. Techno. Did you literally just chug a boiling cup of coffee to prove you didn't need to sleep." The seriousness in your voice faltered with laughter when he did another slow turn to look down at you.
"...Mmm....." he hummed, "....Perhaps I did, perhaps I didn't."
"Do you need some water?" You said, chagrin etched into your face, "For your now burned mouth and throat."
He set his empty mug into your outstretched hand, "...perhaps..."
Turning from him, you couldn't help but shake your head and laugh. Was he always like this?
Giving him some water, he mumbled out a small 'thank you.'
And while he sipped on that, you kept working on the rest of the coffee.
Yours was cooling down a bit- to a drinkable temperature, but who liked drinkable temperatures? So you placed that cup onto the furnace to keep it warm.
While you worked on making another cup of coffee for Wilbur when he inevitably woke up, Techno watched you.
You didn't look at him directly at his spot leaned against the wall, but you could feel his gaze on you, and if you looked down you could see his feet.
He sure did choose a close wall to lean against.
"If I..." He started, shifting his leaning position to scratch at the mop of pink braided hair on his head, "Hypothetically of course-" you continued prepping the filters, even as his face leveled with you, "Suppose there's a way to ask how someone's day was going- without sounding like a complete nerd- and suppose I ask you-..."
You shot him a quick glance, eyebrow raised, to which he turned his head in a different direction.
"Suppose you do ask me.... and suppose I do respond- I'd say good."
He hummed, "Good."
After that, you both fell into silence. You filtering a coffee cup for Wilbur, and prepping another one for Tommy. Tommy was the last person who needed coffee, but you figured he wouldn't appreciate being the only one without a cup.
Techno was just quietly leaning against the side of the wall, looking tired even after the coffee. Occasionally he'd take a sip of the water, but for the most part he seemed to just be taking a rest.
"Are there any seats in here?" You ask aloud. Leaning against the wall can't be comfortable.
Techno shook his head, "Not that I know of. Unless the steps or the beds count."
Scoffing, you checked your pocket watch. The engraving around the edge was slightly worn, and you thumbed over it while reading the time.
"They should start waking up." You muttered, grabbing both their coffee cups and heading in their direction.
Your cup was on the stove-
Your poor lonely cup of steaming coffee.
God- you could really go for it about now.
Shaking your head, you wandered into the bedroom, seeing both Wilbur and Tommy still asleep.
"Oi- Wilbur, Tommy- Up and at em."
No response.
Bloody hell.
Techno trotted up beside you, but you didn't spare a glance, merely walking over to the first sleeping boy and kicking his bed. Wilbur groaned, and blinked open his eyes, blearily staring at you.
No words.
Only his hand extending when he sniffed out what you were holding.
You gave a cup to him, watching him sit up to properly hold the cup.
With Wilbur out of the way you glanced to Tommy, who was still snoozing.
"Tommy- Tommy- Hey- Get up I made you coffee."
Walking over, you kicked the bed in the exact same fashion that you kicked Wilbur's, but you got no response. Not even a groan, or a twitch of facial muscles.
Taking you free hand, you patted him on the face a few times, "Hey- Get your coffee or I'm giving it to Techno." you glanced back at said mercenary.
"Free coffee pog." He huffed out. He was standing in the doorway, a cup of water in one hand, and your cup of coffee in the other.
Huh.
That was-
Surprisingly nice of him. He didn't have to bring it but he did.
Turning back to Tommy you lightly smacked his face again, "Wakey wakey."
All he did was roll over, and by now, you were fed up with his lack of reaction.
"I give up. Who wants an extra coffee."
Wilbur shot a hand up, current coffee mug still to his lips as he sipped from it.
Techno merely stepped over to you, looking at Tommy for a brief moment before giving you your cup of coffee and tucking the now empty water bottle into his satchel, "Watch and learn."
Without any hesitation, Techno, more or less, yoinked Tommy right out of bed. No words, or struggles. Just... one moment Tommy is crankily still sleeping, and the next he's smoothly being thrown over Techno's also... more or less, stacked shoulder.
The teenager jolted up, looking around with wide blue eyes, face pure terror as Techno blankly glanced at you, "Now this- this is how you wake a child up. This is how normal people do it..." He muttered.
"Bitch- put me down!" Tommy started struggling in his hold, grabbing onto Techno's fur lined cape, he struggled for a bit before freezing and eyeing Techno's braid.
"Um Techno- I think Tommy-" you started, getting cut off by Tommy grabbing onto Techno's hair and yelling.
"BITCH- I GOT YOUR FUCKING HAIR-"
"I'm starting to regret this idea." Techno muttered, before his hair got tugged and he immediately launched Tommy back into his bed. Hot damn.
Tommy let out an oof, hitting the bed and rolling off onto the other side of the floor. He didn't stay down though, popping up and throwing his arms onto his bed, "That's what I thought you pussy-"
"Goodbye child." Techno muttered, wandering out of the bedroom and leaving you with a rambunctious blond teenager and a tired war leader who was currently spitting coffee all over his bed sheets as he laughed.
Tommy wheezed, "HAH- WHAT THE FUCK- I'M NOT A CHILD-" Despite the offended tone of voice, he was laughing all the same, and with a chuckle of your own you just shook your head at the chaos.
You liked this.
You liked how chaotic it was around these people.
"Tommy- do you want a cup of coffee. Last chance before I toss it to Wilbur."
"YEs I want ma cup o' coffee- give it 'ere sidekick."
Without any hesitation you walked over to Wilbur (who was covered in semi warm coffee), gave him the cup, and looked Tommy in the eye, "Goodbye child."
Yes you copied Techno.
Yes, you walked out of the room.
And yes, Tommy's irritated yelling could be heard even after you left. Something about how tea was better anyway- and how he didn't even want it.
You just laughed to yourself and took a sip of your own coffee. Not hot enough.
Gosh darn it. Now you'd have to warm it back up.
Scalding was the only way you liked your drinks.