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/ the fact that some of y'all don't know how cursed wil and sally's lore is scares me- did you know he canonically got pegged by a fish and then gave birth to fundy? no pretty pirate milf here.
— HOME ! / dadnoblade but post exile :sob: when tommy had happened upon the cozy spruce cottage in the middle of arctic, half dead and freezing, he was obviously rather eager to break in and find some food and supplies and warmth. a little bit of looking around the place and he knew where he was. the prospect of being in his father’s house after everything at first frightened him — if the man found him, what would he do to him? however, so eager to feel comfortable and warm and just in a home, he stayed. it wasn’t like he had anywhere else to go. he stole things from the chest without much reserve, trying to nurse himself back to health, in case the pink haired individual did end up finding him. he wasn’t very good at it however, and he was both too proud and maybe nervous to ask for help. in fact, as he heard the homeowner’s footsteps up the stairs, he shut the chest he was scavenging through with a loud bang to scurry down to the hole he’d burrowed into the basement.
@argburs , " um — " tommy trailed off, as if trying to think, but he was really just letting his gaze wander around the basement area, trying to stall. he hadn’t. he’d forced himself to stay awake since he’d been there, afraid he’d wake up in a loud fit of nightmares, thus revealing his hiding spot and everything. " last night, " he lied, with much less ease than he would’ve normally — he seemed a little wary about the lying, honestly.
@disctopias, he gave a nod, glancing at the pile, but not commenting. " when was the last time you've slept? "
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phil was used to taking in lost children, he was sort of a ragtag father in a way, and finding another wasn't a big deal. except this one looked like his own biological son, he could tell it wasn't, he knew his wilbur and this one had subtle differences. still, he crouched and held out a hand. " hey mate. "
@crowfathers ; wilbur gave a slight shrug, looking at the ground again. " got lost, " he replied, fidgeting with his sleeves out of nervousness before he took the coat, slowly putting it on. " thank you. "
@argburs " what are you doing out here? " phil asked instead of answering. it was cold and dark in the tundra biome. some place no one should be without being prepared. shrugging off his own fur lined coat, he held it out, ignoring the way his damaged wing burned in the cold. he would be fine, he was used to the cold.
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“I mean... I-I’ve shoplifted before... why do you ask?”
[ @argburs ] “... well, I think most people have gotten charged for something.” Hannah told him. “Even the people who don’t look like they’d do anything that crosses the law.”
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"..Wilbee?? Why're you out here this late, thought you already went to bed.." The slime looked rather confused as to why the male was out, rubbing his eyes a bit.
“ who are you and how the hell did you get into my house ? “
" oh that makes two of us. " he responded with a nod, stretching slightly. [ @-alcoholiicssibling ]
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@argburs “ I’m not calling the cops , I have a fucking dead body in my basement I need to take care of before I call them “ they shrugged , taking the phone off mute and finishing ordering the pizza