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m8 this comm is fucked how were you even posting on this thing KEKW 🎗

I'm oldschool Peg. Old school. But hey, look.

[Tubbo wipes sweat from her forehead. Good fucking God, she's already sweating buckets despite wearing nothing up but a tank top. It might've been the blowtorch.]

[She steps aside, just to show off a tiny little collar and keyboard on her desk.]

[a nudge. He bonks his forehead against her shoulder.] 🎗

[Tubbo's breath hitches. He's been on high alert all week- or even more. He looks over at Peg with alarmed eyes before relaxing. A friend. A friend.]

[Peg streaks into the room a little too hot, skidding across the floor like a skipping-stone when they try to land. When they get up again, there’s already a regen pot clutched in his claws.] 🎗

[Tubbo smiles, bandaged up and tired. He's on another bed, one that isn't caked with red.]

How bout this: I’ll swap you mine if you help me make one that’s not as big as me. Fair? That way your ass doesn’t get Fuckin’ stranded in your giant fuckoff hole.🎗

I'll do you one better Peg alright- hear me out,

[They land on her shoulder as more builds come into view and the terrain becomes more well-traveled.] 🎗

Never fucking- let me glide again. [Tubbo pants, continously brushing off dirt of herself. Her whole body aches from slamming into the ground roughly from her flight.]

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