"Lad.. You think asking me for advice is a good idea?" Tbvg shrugs at the man, "I don't know who else to ask, really." The British man sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose while his other hand holds his gas mask loosely. "I have no time for love, therefore, I have no advice." Tbvg raised a brow at him, curiously tilting his head, "It's not even really love advice. Plus, I thought you liked-"
"End of discussion." Laff interjects, his face turning a visible shade of red. Tbvg shakes his head and goes to stand up. "Ask Meme or something. He's dating Socks." Tbvg pauses his motion, looking at Laff, surprised. "Meme and Socks are dating?!" Laff shrugs, "Socks told me. By accident." He mutters the last bit, putting his gas mask on and standing up. Crossing his hands behind his back while doing so. "And again, it's not love advice, Laff! I just want to know how to make Oof not so upset! He just went through a fucking terrible breakup and saw me, Dino, and Woolfster watching! That's a bad friend quality on my end!" Laff shifts his weight on his feet, thinking. "Look TB. Mate— For once I don't know how to help you. I guess just be there for him? I may be good at keeping you morons out'a trouble. But I ain't good at solving relationship problems. Remember my couples counseling? That didn't end up working ya know." Tbvg nods, remembering the SMP days. And how mainly he wasn't even included yet watched the episodes like a good friend anyway. He's broken out of his thoughts by Laff passing him to the doorway, "I'll try to talk to him, make him have someone to talk to for a little bit until you know what to do. Just text me, alright?" Tbvg nods as Laff exits the room, shutting the door behind him. Force of habit.

Laff wasn't lying when he'd said he'd go talk to the suited man. He found him easily. The man's lone figure lying on the couch as a few sniffles came from him. Laff approached him carefully, taking a seat at the open space at the end of the couch by his friends feet. "Hello there, Oof. You alright?" It was a stupid question, he knows. But it doesn't hurt to ask. "I know she didn't.. LOVE me but like—" Oof's words were interrupted by him sniffling. "I didn't think she was THAT cruel, man. She was so.. nice. When I met her at least. She wasn't so angry, so.." Oof trailed off, remembering her shouting a certain slur not too long ago. Laff placed a reassuring hand on his leg, patting it a few times. "It's not anyone's fault. She's just really good at hiding her identity. Thanks for standing up for us. And before you ask, Tb told me the whole story before—" Laff cut himself off with a cough. He didn't mean for the 'before' to slip. Tbvg asked to keep the conversation they had private earlier. Oof however, didn't seem to notice. He was busy being too upset, which was understandable of course.

"Where G?" Oof sighed, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Not sure." Laff takes a quick glance at his phone. No message. "Let him know I'm sorry for yelling at him, yeah?" Laff nods slowly, wondering wether or not he'd get the chance.

A sudden knock at the kitchen doorframe got their attention. "Y'all know where Muffin is?" Laff raised a brow at Tbh. "What do you mean?" He just shrugs, "He ain't in his room and Nadwe's making a fuss about it. Starting to make my ears bleed with all of his screeching." Laff gets up rather quickly, "He didn't just sneak out did he?" Tbh shrugs, "Joocie and Meme are gone too. So he probably went with them." Laff let's out a slightly annoyed sigh. "Just one day without a heart attack. One day, Tbh. One day." Tbh let's out a muttered apology before stealing Laff's spot next to Oof, throwing an arm around the slightly less sad man.

"Go find Meme will ya? We said we'd do a video. Forgot what it was about." Laff just shakes his head, he'd have to do it anyway. He walks off, the newly started conversation between the two getting more distant as he stepped outside. Not before grabbing the car keys since he noticed the car was still there.

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