playboy shit - mcyt/dsmp

the man, the moth, and a shitload of liability

tw/cw: swearing

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Our pride and joy: Wilbur's POV

I'm very much enjoying the weather this afternoon.
It's far from perfect. The sky is blanketed with wispy cirrus clouds, creating a thin layer of haze over the sun. The blue atmosphere dares to peek through, and I admire its efforts. A light jacket suffices today, as we're experiencing a light breeze between the campus buildings. A few pictures are taken by myself, between my disposable camera and DSLR. Capturing the everyday moments of this little world brought a smile to my face, even on the rubbish days.

A simple pleasure.

Click!

I probably look insane trying to get a photo of this gigantic patterned moth, but it looks adorable, its spotted wings contrasting the dead yellow grass. I'm surprised to see her this season, although, the winters here are pretty warm. I take a shot from above as she gives me a light flutter.

"You're doing amazing, sweetie."

Her sudden movements startle me, as she flaps quickly and precisely, though, to the human eye, her beeline seems disoriented. She lands on my shoulder, relaxing on the backpack strap.
I've decided that I'm naming her Judith.

Familiar voices grow louder from behind us: another British man, mixed with a northern? American? accent? My moth and I are growing suspicious, so we begin our journey to the building oozing with departing students. I find the brunet at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the supporting cream concrete bricks, listening to the pleas of a muscular? Italian? lacrosse? player?

I can see Judith rubbing two of her six tiny little legs together in conspiracy. What is this now, gogy?

"Val..." George tries, but the oddly handsome gentleman cuts him off again.

"Please!" Both of their palms meet, "Tutor me, you're literally top in our class."

"Am not!"

"Are too, don't deny it."

I clear my throat. "Greetings, boys."

The guy—Val, looks at me with a charming smile, stray baby hairs escaping his man bun, "Wilbur Soot."

"Oh, you know me?" Judith probably feels some sort of secondhand embarrassment from my question.

"Of course, I know you. Your pictures in the monthly journals are brilliant."

The compliment flatters me, yes. "Oh! Thank you."

"You don't look like the type to read the school newsletters." George comments.

"Okay so using that inference, right...do I look like I can do math?" Val offers a sarcastic smirk, causing George to roll his eyes, "Exactly. Can you at least think about it?"

"Hm, I don't know." George pretends to think. But unfortunately for him, he's met with puppy dog eyes that even I couldn't resist—oh how manipulative! I need some of those.

"They look pretty convincing to me." I chime in, and Judith gives a slow wave of her wings in agreement. I'm surprised they haven't noticed her yet.

He gasps, "WILBUR!"

"Aha!" Val points a finger at me, and then back at his classmate, "Two against one."

"Fine." George sighs, receiving a pant on the shoulder.

"Thank you, finally. Geez, you're so uptight." I seal my lips to keep from laughing.

"Go to class before I change my mind." George crosses his arms, as Val moves around him to start down the pavement.