unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

techno heard the front door unlock and be opened shortly after eight-thirty from where he was sat on the couch. he had put on the science channel while doing some writing for the smp, and that was what kept him entertained until sibyl got home.

he walks into the kitchen as she slings her purse off her shoulder and tosses it onto the counter, kicking her tennis shoes off and yanking her uniform coat off. "some old senile bitch tried to argue with me about prices and i was about four seconds from sending her dentures down her throat." she sighs, making a bee-line towards the older man.

"oh yeah?" he asks, his arms already open as she leans against him. "how come?"

"she grabbed the gallon lipton tea instead of the sixty-four ounce pure leaf that was supposed to be three for six. like i understand that they were on the same end cap but the signs were different." she wraps her arms around him gently, her head on his chest.

"people don't like to read." he states, lifting her off of the ground with ease, making her let out an ungodly noise.

"holy shit! put me down!"

"nope." he states, making his way back into the living room. "are you hungry?"

"no, my jojo's from lunch should hold me over until the morning." she states, wiggling out of his grasp and climbing onto the couch. "are gwynne and danny home?"

"daniel is upstairs doing homework and gwynne is currently taking a bath. she interrupted my shower by pounding on the door thinking i was danny." he states, sitting down beside her. "scared me shitless."

she laughs, "at least she didn't just barge in like she does with me."

"i'd probably be traumatized."

"she would be too." she says, "are you watching the science channel?"

"depends. are you going to judge me for watching the science channel?"

"no, what on earth is my shit."

"the more you know." he jokes, "i prefer strange evidence."

"of course you do." she gently punches his shoulder.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks, putting his hand on his heart, faking hurt.

"you seem like a strange evidence kind of guy." she laughs, yawning shortly after. "god, i always feel like such a old lady after work. talking to people drains me."

"i don't drain you, though." he jokes, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"you're pretty cool or whatever." she says, leaning into his side and closing her eyes. he smiles at her actions and lays his head on hers, letting his muscles finally relax as his eyes flutter closed.

"are you going to sleep?" he whispers, and she hums in response. "goodnight, sibyl."

"goodnight, paul." she whispers, almost immediately falling asleep, basking in his warmth.

sibyl woke up after being blinded by the sunrise peaking through the open window in the living room, making sibyl whine. "stupid fucking sun." she mumbles, rising from the couch. "waking me up from my beauty sleep."