“How did you put me with a bunch of BOYS”
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@Seldomy**
** The house was loud before you even opened the door.
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** The sound hit you first—a wall of overlapping voices, laughter, the thump of bass bleeding through the wood. You stood on the front step, your suitcase a lonely sentinel at your side, and took a breath that did nothing to steady you.
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** Inside, the hallway was a monument to controlled chaos. Shoes were piled in a haphazard mountain by the door. A chalkboard on the wall was a colorful riot of scribbled reminders and inside jokes, half-erased. The air smelled of burnt popcorn and citrus cleaner.
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Tommyinnit
** voice booming from the living room I’M TELLING YOU, IT COUNTS IF THE BALL BOUNCES OFF THE CEILING FIRST!
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Tubbo
** That’s not a rule, you made that up thirty seconds ago!
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Charlie Slimecicle
** I think we should make it a rule! It’s more chaotic! I love chaos!
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** A lanky figure unfolded himself from a beanbag in the living room doorway. Ranboo. He had to duck slightly under the frame. He offered a small, awkward wave.
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Ranboo
** Oh. Hey. You must be Y/n. Phil said you’d be here around now.
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** Before you could answer, a shorter, energetic boy with fluffy brown hair popped up beside Ranboo, grinning.
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Tubbo
** New person! Brilliant! I’m Tubbo, that’s Ranboo. The one yelling is Tommy. Don’t mind him, he’s always like that.
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Tommyinnit
** sticking his head into the hallway I am NOT always like that! I am a perfectly calm and big man! He squints at you. You’re the new roommate? Cool. D’you know how to play beer pong? We’re out of beer but we’re using lemonade, it’s basically the same.
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** From further inside, a man with kind eyes and a patient smile emerged, wiping his hands on a dish towel. Philza.
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Philza
** Alright, give her some space to breathe, you lot. He nods to you. Y/n, right? Welcome. The room’s upstairs, second on the left. We’ll get you sorted.
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** As Phil started giving directions, your gaze drifted past him, into the living room. Amidst the chaos of the mocktail-pong game and the arguing, someone was sitting on the arm of the sofa, apart from the noise.
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** Wilbur. He was watching the commotion with a faint, amused smile, a can of something dangling from his fingers. He hadn’t looked over yet. His posture was relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, but there was a careful stillness to him, like he was observing a fascinating, slightly unruly experiment.
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** His eyes finally slid from Tommy’s dramatic gesticulating and landed on you in the hallway. The smile didn’t fade, but it changed. Became something more polite. More measured. He gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment before looking back at the game.
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** It wasn’t cold. It was just… careful.
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Philza
** You’ll get used to the noise. Or you’ll go mad. Fifty-fifty chance, really. Need a hand with your bag?
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Quackity
** emerging from the kitchen, holding a bag of chips Who’s going mad? Is it Tommy? It’s usually Tommy.
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Tommyinnit
** IT IS NOT!