I describe Tubbo's looks in two different ways, and I'll explain why he's a brunette in the memories but is blonde/blue-eyed in the present plot later through another memory, I swear.

Also, historical accuracy is for losers

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Tommy watched as his father cleaned his blade. It wasn't dirty, not really, it was just something to occupy him for the time being.

"Why don't you go to the village?" He demanded more than asked. "Do something."

Tommy nodded, running out of his house, grabbing some coins just in case, and running to the village.

Since his father was the captain, he lived near the castle, so he didn't go to the village often.

He walked along the semi-busy streets, looking around.  He saw some older boys running around, some helping their parents in their shops, and others just hanging around with their friends.

Must be nice.

"Hi!" A voice behind him exclaimed. Tommy turned around and found a boy about his age, standing in front of a florist.

He had messy brown hair and eyes, and his cheeks were puffed out and fuller than a normal kid was. It gave him a sort of cute and innocent charm to him.

"Um...hi?"

"I'm Tubbo, what's your name?"

"Um...you can call me Tommy."

"Ooh, I like your name!"

The blond boy giggled. "Thank you."

"Ooh, here, have this as a token of my friendship."

Tubbo gave Tommy a tulip whose petals had a bright pink hue to them.

"Thank you?"

Tubbo smiled before turning around, presumably looking at his mother as she called for him.

"Will you come back over here again?" The brunette asked.

"Um, I don't know. I don't live in the village, so-"

"Where do you live, then?"

"On the castle grounds. My fathers the captain of the Royal Guard."

Tubbo gasped, stars practically forming in his eyes. "That's so cool!!!"

Tommy shrugged. "It's whatever."

His mother called again. "Well, I hope we'll meet again, Tommy!" He said as he ran off.

Tommy smiled softly at the boy.

I hope so too.

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