After finishing his breakfast, Technoblade returns to his room. As is customary, the baby does not separate from him, crawling quickly after his steps and vwooping sporadically, as if to not let Technoblade forget about his presence. In the background, Technoblade can hear the clinking of plates and metal, presumably the other two younglings eating their own breakfast in Wilbur's room.
Techno leaves his door open and lies down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling and wondering what he can do with his day. The book and the paper are still there on his desk, and although Technoblade plans to try to continue with his translation task, he feels no desire to do so now. That can be left for later. It's still too early to try to get a headache.
From the blue carpet in the middle of the room, the kid looks at him curiously.
"What? Any ideas?" He exclaims, as if the youngling could read his mind, and also answer his question.
It's been a couple of weeks since Technoblade last left the house, along with the enderling. Maybe he can plan a new walk, go get some fresh air and do some exploring, only this time without staying out until night.
His ideas are interrupted when from the living room, Techno manages to hear the voices of Philza and Wilbur, in a conversation that, judging by the volume of his voices, is not a secret topic. A couple of stray words reach his ears, but Technoblade doesn't feel the urge to get up to eavesdrop on their talk. He already did that last night... and he probably shouldn't do it again.
Some mention of Schlatt and the lamb that is now in the house is exchanged between the two men, as well as mentioning of the storm. He already heard that name before, last night when they were both attending to the crying child. As far as he knows, according to what they talked about yesterday, that is the father of the lamb. That friend of Wilbur that Philza mentioned at the table.
After a short exchange, with some tone of exasperation on Phil's part that makes it almost impossible for Techno not to get up to hear more clearly, the front door opens and closes, presumably someone leaving the house.
Techno tries to concentrate to hear what else happens next, but it seems that his interaction is already over, obviously with someone leaving the house. His gaze returns to the halfling who has not stopped looking at him even for a second.
"If you're so good at getting out of the crib why don't you use your great talent for good and get in it for once. It would be pretty good for me, you know." He says sarcastically towards the creature that is staring at him from the floor.
The sound of wet footsteps by the animal pens distracts him from his staring contest with the enderling. Whoever is out of the house is now walking behind it, and from what he can hear, last night's heavy rain left the ground like a swamp.
"Flora!" Wilbur's voice reaches his ears, apparently being near the window next to his bed. Technoblade sits up on the mattress, trying to peek out without being seen by the avian. "I told you to stay with your grandfather."
Not far from the house Wilbur is standing, his gaze fixed on a bush at the entrance to the woods behind the house. Its leaves shake and a pair of black ears peek out from the branches, soon followed by the rest of the creature. The now five-year-old daughter of Wilbur comes out of the leafy plant.
Technoblade raises an eyebrow at the scene. He hadn't seen the pup since her party a couple of days ago.
She doesn't look up from the ground. Techno doesn't expect to hear her exclaim anything.
"Ik wil ook gaan, pa."
... What?
"No, Flora. I already told you no. Go back to the house."
He can hear a little whine from the kit, who finally looks up to see her tall father. Wilbur sighs softly, a small smile replacing his firmer expression.
"When I get back we can go fishing, okay darling?" He continues in a less stern and softer voice, leaning down to run his right hand over his daughter's ginger head, gently flattening her ears. "Go play with Tubbo."
"... Oké, pappa."
The pup turns around and runs back toward the house, quickly getting out of the piglin's field of view. Technoblade then follows Wilbur with his gaze until he disappears into the trees. Something black and not very big flies rapidly over the grove, quickly getting out of sight, and in the distance Technoblade manages to hear some kind of caw.
The front door opens and closes again, and Philza calls out from the living room, presumably to his granddaughter.
Techno realizes that he has just eavesdropped on another conversation. Only this one was a lot weirder than the last one and his spying was a lot less intentional.
If he were to be honest, Technoblade didn't expect the kit to actually speak. And he has no idea what she said... if she said anything at all. Maybe that was some kind of fox language or something?
Well... Wilbur seemed to understand her.
Technoblade wonders what the language of the endermen will be like. He'd pretty much bet that whatever's written on the sheet on his desk is enderman, but he has no idea what it sounds like.
The child chirps from the floor, demanding his attention again. Once he sees Techno's gaze on him, he crawls to the bed and clings to the sheet under Technoblade. He seems to want to repeat his earlier feat in front of the piglin. The hybrid just watches him silently, hearing him vwoop happily once he balances shakily on his paws again. His bright eyes stare at him.
"Now you're just showing off." Techno exclaims simply. "If you want to really impress me, let go of the sheet and start walking for real."
Technoblade hopes not to regret that request in the future.
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Yeah... I might need someone who speaks fox language to help me out with little Flora's lines (here and in the future) lol ^^'
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Vwoop - Technoblade and Ranboo
Fanfiction#RestInPeaceTechnoblade There is a dense fog in his mind, that doesn't allow him to remember anything, just his name and other small details. Technoblade. He knows that he is a warrior, that this is not his dimension and that an indefinite time ago...
