𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

─ 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒

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IT WAS CLEAR THAT THE  knowledge of Wilbur being alive clouded every person's waking thought and judgement. Tommy had it worse than others however, and Azalea could see it. At first he would never leave Azalea's side, constantly asking her questions about Wilbur and such. In the beginning it was understandable, after all it was his brother, the only person he would feel this close with. At one point he suggested they storm the building and take him back. Obviously he was shut down fast, both by Techno and Tubbo. Azalea reminded him of the amount of guards circling the building, watching it like vultures. Naturally he was not very pleased with being turned down and in return retaliated to a corner where he was taking out his frustration on a poor book.

That was then Tubbo came up to her. Techno had gone up to the attic to spend time alone and Tommy was evidently not in the mood for communication. The two made their way to a small chess table that was covered in a blanket of dust. Finding it the best place to sit, they got comfortable as best they could and soon became engrossed in conversation. He was very different from when they previously met, but that was under different circumstances. Earlier he had apologized if he had come off as odd or ominous. Of course she accepted his apology, seeing he really was harmless. Nonetheless, the two began talking, the topic ranging from his time with Schlatt to the interests he had. It was nice actually getting to know a little more about the boy seeing as they had spent almost a week and half together and barely even knew what the other was like.

"I know we don't really know each other that well," Tubbo awkwardly spoke, wiping off some chess pieces with his much too oversized sleeve, "but I'd like to get to know you if that's alright with you?"

Azalea smiled softly, "It is perfectly alright with me Tubbo,"

The boy's smile shone brighter at her words, "terrific! Well, uhm, how to start this off..." he thought out loud as he placed the chess pieces down

"What do you like to do for fun?"

"I used to spend a lot of time outside, watching the bees," Tubbo responded

Azalea giggled at this, "Perhaps we already have one thing in common then, I too like to spend my time outside only I love to study the flowers and their language,"

"There's a flower language?" Tubbo gawked, "Do they speak to each other?"

"No, not that type of language," Azalea laughed, "a visional language, all it is is seeing the symbolism of each flower and what they mean."

"Huh?"

"It is like this, if I were to hand you a flower, I'm speaking through my actions. The flower is speaking, it is the words."

Tubbo processed the information, thinking about it, connecting the dots of her words. Finally it clicked and his eyes lit up, "So if I gave you a flower it means I'm talking to you through it?"