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Orion was surprisingly polite when he woke. A stark contrast to Tommy’s earlier encounter with Orion. Which lasted ten seconds.
Orion seemed to remember it though, muttering a quick, possibly fake, apology. Before getting him and Artemis out of Tommy’s apartment.
And Tommy finally got his apartment to himself. And he could finally get The( his ) kids back to staying at his apartment, most of the time.
And somehow getting Clementine to not be suspicious of him.
Tommy loved the lady, but god was she suspicious.
She knew almost every time Tommy tried hiding anything. But she luckily let him keep his secrets.
Tubbo had gone back to his own house. Or houses. Since the bastard had more than one for some stupid reason. He nor Tubbo had heard from Ranboo for a few days, but they just assumed the taller one was busy.
Since Ranboo often was busy, just like Tubbo. Except Tommy actually knew what Tubbo was doing. The bastard was a vigilante, ‘For fun!’ was Tubbo’s excuse as to why.
Tommy still thinks that it’s because Tubbo has no concern for his own life.
Which was most definitely true. Tommy could tell anyone that, from one incident or the other.
Tommy sighed leaning back on the sofa, Michael, Shroud, and Clementine were fighting about the amount of sugar that went in cupcakes.
Clementine was the correct one, but the other two were stubborn. Almost too stubborn.
“Kids! Do not add that much!” Clementine scolded, Tommy assumed by the sound of the two kids whining that Clementine had taken the bag away.
“But Cle-men-time!!” The two whined in unison.
“What’s goin’ on?” Tommy called out to the three. “Clementine took away the sugar!” Shroud appeared in the living room.
Clementine followed after, her blue apron tied terribly. Tommy assumed the kids had tied it for her. “How much did you two put in?” Tommy asked, looking at the small child.
“Uh…” Shroud of course was unable to answer, since they obviously did not measure- red text appeared in Tommy’s vision. It hummed softly as it was typed out.
Required amount:200kg
Amount added:800kg
Tommy almost choked on his own spit as he read it. “Kid, why did you add so much fucking sugar??” Tommy pushed himself up from his laying position.
Shroud pouted at him, “I wanted it sweet! It was gon’ be so bitter!” Shroud insisted.
Michael was now standing beside Clementine. Tommy saw Michael snickering to himself, the kid obviously knew what he was doing.
Clementine looked absolutely exhausted over the kids' antics, yet Tommy saw the fondness that almost drowned out the exhaustion.
“Shroom, I assure you it’ll be sweet. But you gotta let Clem do her thing, she’s been baking for longer than you’ve been alive.” Tommy cupped Shroud’s pouting face in his hands.
Tommy ran a finger over his kids face… “Fine…” Shroud said defeatedly, Tommy knew the kid wanted pastries more then over sugaring the cupcakes.
“Good!” Tommy booped Shroud's nose before shooing him off to go back to baking, And hopefully saving , those cupcakes. Since they were now drowned in sugar.
Shroud happily rushed back into the kitchen, followed by Michael.
Clementine shot him a thankful, yet still tired look.
“Thank you, Theo.” Clementine smiled at him before following after the kids.
“No problem.” Tommy responded, this was nice…
He laid back down on the sofa, closing his eyes once more.
Tommy didn’t understand how kids so sweet could have come from who their parents are. Tommy did not interact with the two’s parents a lot, but when he did?
He wanted to use the database in his head for less than savory things.
And it became very tempting at times. But Tommy hadn’t done it, yet .
At least he wasn’t actively planning their parents murder, but it was on the table a few times. During the time Tommy was brainstorming how to get the kids farthest away from them.
That had been before he realized they didn’t give two shits where their kids were. Which pissed Tommy off to no end, but he didn’t need to commit murder or kidnapping.
So he counted it as a win.
Tommy could hear the scramble and bustle of the three baking in the kitchen. Tommy smiled to himself.
This was quite nice…