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chapter 1 wip, but for the second time

(check for my other topic to see the first part of chapter 1)




Thomas picked at his food, bearing a mopey scowl. His fork obnoxiously clicked against his porcelain plate over and over again, and it was clear he wanted someone's attention. Wilbur sighed, "Yes, Tommy?" He usually doesn't give in to his younger brother's incessant whining, but he couldn't handle that awful sound any longer.

The blonde's eyes lit up and his lifted his head from his plate a little.

"Um- Wil, I was wondering if you could help train me?" He said shyly, pushing his plate to the left of him. The kid looked like he was practically dying in his seat, with a clear itch to get up and just... do something, do anything.

Wilbur hesitated for a moment. This was a first for him; usually Tommy pesters Philza or Techno about sparring, not him. He took his fork from his mouth and slowly set it down, thinking, while he subconsciously rolled around the broccoli in his mouth.

"Why not," he slowly started, carefully thinking. "I'm no good at sparring, but if it will keep you busy, I don't see the harm in it."

Tommy would've been excited, but disgust was clear in his eyes. "Wilbur, what the fuck. I did not need to see half-chewed greens in your mouth."

The elder quickly swallowed, obviously embarrassed. He was doing what he always did when he'd made a fool of himself, covering his face to try and hide his fluster. "Wow, thanks a lot Tomathy. I thought you would be more excited than that.

"You son of a bitch!" Tommy yelled, now resembling a very angry pug. "That's not how you fucking say my name!"

Wilbur quickly stood and pushed his chair in. "Oh, oh no, looks like I've already finished eating, and you're left. I guess you have to clean up lunch!"

Before Tommy knew it, Wilbur had disappeared, and he was, in fact, left to clean up lunch.

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chapter 1 wip, but for the second time

(check for my other topic to see the first part of chapter 1)




Thomas picked at his food, bearing a mopey scowl. His fork obnoxiously clicked against his porcelain plate over and over again, and it was clear he wanted someone's attention. Wilbur sighed, "Yes, Tommy?" He usually doesn't give in to his younger brother's incessant whining, but he couldn't handle that awful sound any longer.

The blonde's eyes lit up and his lifted his head from his plate a little.

"Um- Wil, I was wondering if you could help train me?" He said shyly, pushing his plate to the left of him. The kid looked like he was practically dying in his seat, with a clear itch to get up and just... do something, do anything.

Wilbur hesitated for a moment. This was a first for him; usually Tommy pesters Philza or Techno about sparring, not him. He took his fork from his mouth and slowly set it down, thinking, while he subconsciously rolled around the broccoli in his mouth.

"Why not," he slowly started, carefully thinking. "I'm no good at sparring, but if it will keep you busy, I don't see the harm in it."

Tommy would've been excited, but disgust was clear in his eyes. "Wilbur, what the fuck. I did not need to see half-chewed greens in your mouth."

The elder quickly swallowed, obviously embarrassed. He was doing what he always did when he'd made a fool of himself, covering his face to try and hide his fluster. "Wow, thanks a lot Tomathy. I thought you would be more excited than that.

"You son of a bitch!" Tommy yelled, now resembling a very angry pug. "That's not how you fucking say my name!"

Wilbur quickly stood and pushed his chair in. "Oh, oh no, looks like I've already finished eating, and you're left. I guess you have to clean up lunch!"

Before Tommy knew it, Wilbur had disappeared, and he was, in fact, left to clean up lunch.

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