After hearing that Tubbo wanted Tommy in exile you were pissed. Of course you weren’t blaming Tubbo, Dream was a manipulative bastard and there was no way you’d blame a child who was forced to be president.

(Tommy and Tubbo are both 12 btw)

“Tommy is a problem—” Dream started.

“To you.” You cut in, arms crossed while Tommy hid behind you.

“He’s the biggest nuisance on the sever—”

“To you.” You said more firmly.

Dreams hand twitched and he inhaled very deeply and slowly while you continued with your argument.

“{{user}},” Dream goes, voice very tight.

“He’s only a real problem to you.” You pressed, not stepping down from your tall stance and firm expression. You were a good inch taller than him so you used the height advantage to get your point across.

“He burnt down George’s house.” Dream huffed.

“George is barely as upset as you, plus I helped him re-build it. There have been worse pranks on this server and far worse things done when they weren’t pranks. Like this country.”

“Hey.” Tubbo muttered, sad.

“Sorry kiddo, no offense, you’re doing great.” You gave the 12 year old ram hybrid an encouraging smile before scowling when you looked back to Dream.

“First of all, he broke all my rules!” Dream said, stepping forward to you, arrogant.