It was safe to say that your last day of school ended badly after the shit-fest of history class. Tubbo didn’t stop talking during the rest of the lesson no matter the warnings he received from Miss Allingham and ended up getting sent out when he called her a ‘wank-stain’. To be honest, she had it coming since she interrupted his rant about how many nuclear weapons countries had around the world. It had your full attention, even if it slightly disturbed you that Tubbo knew this much about the topic.

“You alright?” Techno’s voice made you jump out of your seat on the couch. The man wore sports gear with a case hung around his shoulder, big enough to carry a guitar in.

“No,” you said. “My history teacher decided to be a massive prick on my last day and Phil should be glad he didn’t receive a call about a homicide.”

“Well.” Techno stood there, not knowing what to do with this information. “You doing anything right now?”

“Nope.” You groaned.

“Wanna come fencing?” Techno asked.