unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

the next fifteen hours went by like a blur. after their dinner, they went to the movies and then left halfway through due to a mutual agreement to watch netflix in her bed instead.

they got into comfier clothes, sibyl finally being able to take her makeup off, and crawled into her bed and did just that.

next thing they knew, he was finishing packing up his things as sibyl sat on the guest bed. she had her knees pulled to her chest as she watched, and overwhelming sense of dread falling over her.

"good news, you get my fun ass texts all the time now?" she jokes, making him laugh. "because i'm so funny."

"at least my name isn't 21 year old californian that was once an english major anymore."

"you remembered?"

"i was california man at first! and then a that is 21 was added to the end."

"an elephant never forgets, i guess."

"rude!" he groans, throwing the pair of socks in his hand at her. she groans and throws them back at him. "i'm not an elephant."

"sorry, technoblade never forgets." she flips him off.

"and he never dies." he says.

she smiles at the sight of him being comfortably open about his channel, she thought he was cool for having the balls to do that. "damn right. so... about tommy's death."

"i think he's been revived, actually."

"damnit." she says, "i was hoping i could kick a horse while it's down."

"he's such a dickhead."

"he's a gremlin, that's what he is." she states. "but he can randomly just get so genuine."

"he's a good kid."

"speaking of him, he facetimed me the other day when he was on the goddamned toilet." she laughs.

"did you answer?"

"for like 30 seconds and then i hung up." she says as he zips his suitcase shut. he decided to put off packing, so they had roughly twenty minutes before they had to leave.

and on top of that, sibyl still needed to get dressed. she was sat on his bed with grey sweatpants covered in paint stains and a college hoodie, so she wasn't particularly dressed for going outside.

she made her way to her bedroom, replacing her stained sweats with more presentable ones. she makes her way downstairs, seeing him placing his things by the door.

she lays her head on his chest, a sigh escaping her mouth. "i'm gonna miss you."

"i'm gonna miss you too." he sighs. "but i'll see you soon enough, alright? easters coming up."

she smiles sadly, the thought of him coming back relaxed her tense muscles, even just a little bit.

"and now gwynn we gonna make me cuddle with her again." sibyl groans. "all the time."

"that's not too bad."

"until you wake up with her cold ass hands in your shirt and her cold ass feet somehow in your fucking pant leg." she laughs, "it's good at first until she falls asleep. she feels like a corpse."

he rolls his eyes as the two part from one another, his suitcases in tow. they walk in a somber silence as they walk to her parking garage, the sound of the wheels against concrete echoing off of the solid walls.

they climb into her car after putting his stuff in the back, turning on the radio after it burrs to life to break the silence.

her grip on her steering wheel was tight as she pulled out of her parking garage, attempting to ease the trembling. she felt silly, really, being so heartbroken that someone you've known for three months was leaving.

but she truly enjoyed having him around, he was a nice addition to the clashing personalities of her apartment. like a mutual agreement to be nice to him, of sorts.

daniel was over the moon about him, and gwynne had formed a respect for him, and sibyls feelings towards the man were self-explanatory.

"danny's gonna miss the fuck out of you." she laughs, "and gwynne won't have someone to nerd out with."

"i'll be back soon enough for that, i promise." he laughs. "i really enjoyed them."

"i hope so. i'd be so embarrassed if you hated them."

"they're great company. unless gwynne body slams you when leaving the bathroom at four am."

"oh yeah!" she laughs, "that fucking sucks. she's taken me down multiple times. like a goddamn tank."

"she's knocked me out of balance before, i thought i was gonna take her down with me i was gripping onto her so tight."

"bitch, you should've. give her a taste of her own medicine."

"we can ambush her next time i'm over."

"yes!" she cheers. after that, they finally fell into a comfortable silence.

techno still had that little devil on his shoulder, that of which being wilbur, though. but he shut it out and finally let him relax in the passengers seat of her small car.

she, of course, refers to phoebe as a tank. a 'fucking goddamn tank' in her words.

just like gwynne, apparently.

the view of the airport was a very familiar one to sibyl. the memories of driving here for her dad to go to rehab in pittsburgh, and the feeling she felt coming here to pick techno up.

she parks her car, opening her door and walking to the trunk after opening it. she grabs two of techno's bags, turning to him as he makes his way to her.

"i swear if you cry." she jokes as he shuts her trunk.

"i should be saying that!" he rolls his eyes at her as they walk to the entrance. once he was through those doors, techno was alone again.

she smiles sadly at him, gently putting the suitcase on the ground. he mirrors her actions before his arms were around her.

"don't find any cute boys at the store, got it?" he sighs into her hair, making him scream laugh in his chest. "i knew that would make you laugh."

"i promise i won't find any cute old men." she jokes. "text me when you land, alright?"

"i will. i'll call you, though."

"fine." she rolls her eyes. he places a kiss onto her forehead and with that, he was through the doors and out of her grasp.

!a/n!

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