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It was the early morning in Snowchester, around 8:00 AM maybe? Ranboo was sitting down at the table drinking his morning tea, Ranboo was never quite fond of coffee, it was too bitter for him.
The walls and floors of the house Ranboo and Tubbo had built together were thin, he could hear thumping on the ceiling above him, either Michael or Tubbo were awake now.
A few minutes later his husband called down the stairs ''RANBOO! CAN YOU PUT ON THE KETTLE? IM IN THE MOOD FOR SOME TEA!''
Ranboo took the kettle and refilled it with water, then put it on the old, rusty gas stove and switched it on. He sat back in his chair, which made the enderman hybrid look ridiculous, the chair was very small compared to Ranboos height, after all he was almost 7'0.
Just as Ranboo started to settle again in his chair he heard a loud *THUMP* and an ''AGHHHHH!!'' coming from the stairs.
The tall one ran over to the stairs to see what had happened this time.
On the landing of the stairs was Tubbo lying curled up in a heap. ''good god what did you do this time'' said Ranboo, faceplanting. Tubbo uncurled himself from his ball and said ''Well I thought I could try and jump the staircase and-'' ''failed miserably'' Ranboo giggled, cutting Tubbo off.
''come on let's go get your tea, which kind did you want again?'' Ranboo offered Tubbo a hand. ''chamomile'' Tubbo replied, taking ranboos hand and getting up. ''ew chamomile, gross!'' Ranboo cackled in a friendly-mocking way making a overexaggerated grossed-out face.
The kettle began to make a high pitched screeching noise, their kettle was old, and one day instead of making a whistling noise, it began to make a deafening screeching noise, one always had to be by the kettle to take it off the stove quickly before everybody in the household got a headache. Tubbo clapped his hands over his ears while Ranboo ran over to the kettle to take it off. (yeah, it's really that loud.
Ranboo poured the boiling water into a coffee mug, he opened the cupboards and fumbled for the chamomile tea bags. Once he found it he opened the package and placed it into the water. He handed the mug to Tubbo, who instead of taking it by the handle, grabbed the piping hot cup.
''AHHHHHHHHH'' Tubbo screamed and dropped the cup on the ground, the cup shattered of course, the boiling water spilling all over Ranboo who also started yelling. ''SHIT! FUCK! I CAN'T FEEL MY HANDS!'' Tubbo yelled running to the sink to put cold water on his hands, which just made it worse. ''I CAN'T FEEL MY EVERYTHING JESUS CHRIST TUBBO!!'' ''I'M SORRYYYY! OH SHIT THE WATER JUST MAKES IT WORSE!''
The two of them spent the next 5 minutes like this, eventually, they finally dried themselves off.
All their screaming, though woke up Michael who came down the stairs to see for one: Tubbo flailing his hands everywhere that were covered in water, desperately trying to dry them off despite there being a towel on the counter. and for two: Ranboo (who had taken his shirt off since it was covered in hot water) on all fours sweeping up the glass.
It took a minute for them to realize Michael was even there but when they did they just awkwardly stared at him.
''O-oh hey Michael, good morning!!'' the two of them both said at the same time nervously.
Michael, on the other hand just stared blankly at them, shrugged his shoulders, then went back upstairs.
''Oh. WELP, I'm going to get a shirt that's not covered in water.'' Ranboo said beginning to walk towards the stairs.
''You have fun with that, I'll be down here cleaning up the mug.''
Tubbo thought to himself that when Ranboo took his shirt off it was kinda.. but he shut out that thought before he could finish, and continued to sweep.
Ranboo came back downstairs a couple minutes later, wearing tubbos hoodie.
''Hey isn't that mine?'' Tubbo asked, Ranboo looked a little embarrassed ''yeah, there was nothing else.'' which was a complete lie, he just wanted to wear one of tubbo's hoodies.
They both sat down at the table.
Ranboo finished his tea, which was now almost cold, and Tubbo just sat at the table. He would make breakfast when Michael was hungry.
''hey Ranboo''
''yeah?''
''do you know what shifting is?''
Ranboo paused for a second. ''hm? Yeah I do, why do you ask?''
''I read something on it! do you really think you can go to different realities?''
''I'm not sure, actually!''
''We should try it some time, haha.''
''hmm? what do you mean by we? like both of us together?''
''Yeah! its called group shifting!
''so like... it's like a shared lucid dream? thats awesome! but how do we do it?''
Tubbo ran up the stairs and came back down with a book, he flipped to a chapter titled:
''Group Shifting: 101''
They flipped through the pages together until they had finished the chapter. There was a lot to take in, the book did a good job explaining all the terms though.
''Thats crazy!! I reckon tonight we write a script and then we-'' Tubbo said before being cut off by Ranboo
''woah calm down, we dont even know where we would be going!''
''then lets figure that out!''