Don't Know How to Feel.

40. Conversations and Board Games

Wilbur opened the front door, closing it with much more force than needed. That, along with his mumbling earned him glances from Tommy and Ranboo. The two sat in the small living room, looking up at him from where they were on the floor, a board game laying in between them.

"You alright man?" Ranboo asked at the same time Tommy sent a grin toward Wilbur as he talked.

"Woah, king, what's got you so pissed? Wait- pissed as in piss like the colour? No wonder crowns are yellow."

"I don't really fucking care about any dumb crowns or whatever," Wilbur began, not even sparing them a glance. "Why don't you two play that game somewhere else?"

That earned a frown from the two as Tommy stood up. "Well hey, you know I live here too right? And Ranboo and I were here first."

"Ok, you have that hillhouse of yours don't you? Go play stupid games over there."

"Well, now you're just being a proper bitch, Wil."

"So you would want to leave because being a bitch is annoying-"

Ranboo held a hand out, shrugging as he talked. "Listen, we're just getting our gaming on."

"Yeah, because we aren't boring fucks like you." Tommy added, to which Ranboo tilted his head with a scrunched face, "Debatable at moments."

"Well I don't fucking care man, just don't bother me," Wilbur told them, only sounding the slightest bit calmer than the other two would just have said there was no difference.

Tommy huffed, rolling his eyes as he turned away from Wilbur. "Wouldn't want to when you're like that."

Wilbur gave no response, only closing his bedroom door just as he continued to mumble. Tommy gave a sarcastic look, eyeing Ranboo.

"What was up with him?"

"Yea he was- I hate to admit it, but he's fallen off." Ranboo joked, receiving a chuckle from Tommy as he sat back down.

"If you get pissed off you fall off, Ranboo." Tommy looked at him, a joking smug look on his face, then turned into a fake expression of seriousness. "Don't show any emotion besides sadness, you must cry. Unless you choose to be happy, that's also an option. Because I allowed it."

"Wow, thanks for allowing me to be happy."

"Yes."

The two shared small laughter, almost completely forgetting about the board until Tommy almost slipped on it when getting up.

"Man's gotta take a piss."

"Alright? You've messed up the board now Tommy."

"Oh barely."

Tommy only scoffed before walking away, letting Ranboo fix up the board a bit. He waited, legs crossed as he looked around the living room. But he found himself looking towards the general direction of Wilbur's room with a frown. So, he sighed and stood up, walking over to the door.

"Hey, Wilbur-"

"What do you want?" he called through the door, of course, he still sounded a bit upset. Ranboo turned his head to the side, "Uh, well if my suspicions are right then you were with Quackity before-"

The door flung open and Ranboo had to hold back a smug smile, he knew Wilbur would open it at that. Instead, he just straightened his posture at the man that was sending him a glare.

"Tommy's in the fucking house- he could hear you."

"He's in the bathroom." Ranboo deadpanned, crossing his arms. Wilbur bit his cheek, looking back into his room before returning to Ranboo, "Well, what do you need?"