Nuclear Gandhi

It’s called Walltown, because that’s all it is. A hollow, heartless, empty, place, surrounded by protective, concentric, rings of stone. Tubbo would die for his own safety. There’s very little left inside of him.The totem still hangs from a string around his neck. Ranboo reaches into his coat and presses the little brass doll into his husband’s palm. “Promise you’ll be careful?”Tubbo gives a downcast, self-deprecating smile. “I always am.” He catches Ranboo’s eye, and squints like he’s staring into the sun. Ranboo reaches out, and Tubbo plays absentmindedly with his fingers before pushing them away. “Keep your head down, and your hands to yourself. I don’t want you getting hurt.***Tubbo negotiates with Las Nevadas.