First and foremost: definitely Shroud, like its undeniable, but you would also be mauled afterwards to its debatable if it's really worth it.
Micheal would as well but he's probably gonna go tell on you and sic Tubbo on you.
Yogurt, because of course.
Friend I think would but I'm a little less certain for Mareep.
And finally, I feel like Edward (who is technically more of a roommate than kid/pet but he needs to be included in more) would make some weird noise that you can't translate into words but it would be similar enough to classify as a squeak.
Ranboo pushed his mashed potatoes around on his plate. “So… Techno met Michael today.”
Tubbo stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth. “Did he?”
Ranboo nodded. “It uh—it went pretty well, actually? I didn’t tell him that we’re raising him together, just that I found him alone in the Nether. He actually gave me some pretty good advice.”
He explained what Techno had told him about curing Michael, and what would happen if he wasn’t cured.
“A year?” Tubbo whispered.
Michael had given up on his fork and was fingerpainting with his potatoes. He smeared some on his own face. Tubbo wiped it off with a napkin.
“A year,” Ranboo confirmed quietly.
Tubbo swallowed and crumpled up the napkin. “So then—I mean—we try to cure him, surely?”
Ranboo audibly sighed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness. I thought I would have to try to convince you.”
A little shakily, Tubbo laughed. “Glad we’re on the same page. It’s bad for kids to see their parents argue.”
They sent Michael to play in the living room while Tubbo did the dishes and Ranboo put away the leftovers.
“So how are we going to stay in the Nether for so long?” Tubbo asked. “Because I don’t know about you, but I can’t go two weeks without sleeping.”
“I was thinking we could take it in shifts, so one of us would be in the Nether with Michael and one of us would be resting up in the Overworld, and then we switch.”
“That’s a pretty good idea.” Tubbo fiddled with the dishrag. “Do you think Technoblade should have a shift? I mean, he’s the one who knows about this stuff.”
“Oh! I mean, if you’re okay with it then I think that’s a good idea.”
“I still don’t really want him knowing about me, though, but I don’t know how we’d switch shifts without him knowing about me.” He put the last plate on the drying rack. “I guess I could leave before he comes and arrive after he leaves, but I don’t want to leave Michael alone at all if we can help it.”
Ranboo made a thinking noise. “Maybe we can get someone else to take a shift between the two of you.”
“Who?”
Who did they know that they trusted enough to watch Michael by themself and not tell Techno about Tubbo, and who Techno got along well with?
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“Hello, Ranboo.”
“Hi, Edward.” Ranboo respectfully averted his eyes and gestured at the empty end of Edward’s boat. “May I sit?”
“Of course.” As Ranboo sat, Edward said, “You know, Technoblade told me something interesting the other day.”
“Did he tell you about Michael?”
Edward screeched the Enderman equivalent of a laugh.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“At first I was offended you had not introduced me to your child, but I see now it was merely a matter of timing. You would never pass up a change to show him off; stars sparkle in your eyes at the mention of his name.”
Ranboo huffed a laugh. “I actually came here to talk about Michael.”
He went on to explain how he and Tubbo had decided to try curing Michael, and what the process would entail.
“Tubbo and I wanted someone to take a shift between him and Techno, since they uh, don’t really like each other. And… we were hoping you could do it.”
Edward’s nictitating membranes shuttered a few times. “Me?” he asked, and Ranboo knew that if he could cry then he would have.
“It would mean a lot to us.”
“It would be an honour,” he said, placing one hand on Ranboo’s head. Ranboo put his own hand over Edward’s, leaning into it.
lets just say Edward is still alive for this one ok? and think of those headcanons where Edward calls Ranboo child/young one and Ranboo calls Edward elder and all that family/mentor stuff
now imagine Edwards reaction to the platonic marriage Ranboo has going on with Tubbo. Imagine Edward meeting Michael! tiny Piggy next to giant Enderman! I can see this going in both fluff and angst territory /rp
