Ranboo eyed the motions Tubbo shown him with his hand, his tail falling limply to the floor behind him as he slowly corrected his posture, properly standing tall once more. The enderman hybrid silently watched him with an empty gaze, unlike his usual emotion-filled one, looking him up and down for a long, dragged-out minute. It wasn't as if he was untrusting of Tubbo; of course he trusted him, he was his platonic husband for fucks sake; but it was hard to make sense of the world around him when he was stressed and had a mild case of burnout. Eventually, after the seconds had ticked on, he stepped forward, closer to Tubbo and raised a hand. He was pointing directly at the other's hand that had signed, having mentally processed the fact it had blood covered on it, gesturing for him to flip it so his palm was facing the sky, expectantly waiting for him to do so. Ranboo then pointed to his horns with the same purple-coated claw he used to point at Tubbo's hand, "Rough things will hurt you if you grab them too tightly," He lightly whispered out, keeping his voice quiet since he couldn't hear it himself.