Corner Store Coffee Shop (sometimes villains stop by)-made by an orphan_account

chapter 20

Wilbur clearly needed supervision not by one, but by two people at once. When Wilbur walked into the store he thought that things were back to normal, not that it was not normal, but nonetheless he was not expecting all three members of the SBI and the murder of crows to follow. Not that the crows went into the shop, he had to put a sign up on the door saying 'NO CROWS IN THE SHOP'. Well, that was a rule, but one of them clearly couldn't read the sign 'cause it walked into the store anyways.

Tommy glared at the crow and it got the message and hopped out of the shop. He was later told the crow was named 'Sink', which explained why it wore a sink tap on its head. It was probably the other way around though and Seenk was named Seenk cause it wore a sink tap.

The Blade seemed to still be pretty wary, he couldn't see his facial expression besides the fact his lips were in a firm line, it might have been a frown but he wouldn't know, but he was able to see his body language was still pretty tense. From the beginning, he always saw that the Blade was tense, he was probably naturally wary anyways, but it became more stiff after the confrontation. That didn't really make sense to Tommy, he would think that it would make him less wary but he wasn't one to judge.

"Same as usual or?" He didn't look away from them, he wasn't as scared of them as when he first met them all individually, it was the first time he saw them in person. It should have been more intimidating, but to him it wasn't all that intimidating after seeing them all as themselves even if it wasn't their actual citizen personality, it was at the least not their villain selves. Not the villain selves that people made them, at least.

The Angel nodded and gave a soft smile, "Yeah, thanks, mate. "

Wilbur was still the tiniest bit off, but not enough for him to act awkward. He was just bad at hiding, he was awkward, but he wasn't good at acting on the awkward tension. Tommy didn't understand why Wilbur was still awkward, they talked it out afterall and that should have been enough. At least that's how he thought it worked. Talk about your problems and then put it behind you, right? He didn't really know, he didn't encounter many problems with his friends, but that seemed to make the most sense in his opinion. Tommy believed that people should just talk their problems out if they're not ignoring it. What was so bad about ignoring your problems? Their apartment wouldn't be so awkward and tense if they ignored their problems, or maybe if Ranboo finally told them what was wrong. But he didn't want to force him to tell them what was wrong, so ignoring their problems it is. But that's besides the point, he got sidetracked too easily.

"Why are you all here at once? Special occasion?" Because why else would they come all at once or maybe, "Or do you both just not trust Wilbur to come here alone?" When he saw the both of them slightly turn their head towards each other silently, he knew he hit the mark. They both seemed to be just the tiniest bit stiffer after hearing Tommy say Wilbur's name. They both were too uncomfortable to actually answer, so the Angel nodded for the both of them. Tommy nodded, a dramatic sympathetic look on his face, "Yeah, me neither. Wilbur is pretty stupid isn't he." It was worded like a question, but said like a statement. It was a statement.

Surprisingly, the Blade huffed a laugh and the Angel smiled, Wilbur rolling his eyes, offended. "Deserved." The Blade and Tommy commented.

" Is not ." And the Angel patted him on the back in mock comfort, or real comfort, but either way, it came off as mock comfort since the Angel held back a laugh and had previously smiled after Tommy called Wilbur stupid. Because he was. No need to reiterate that though.

He placed the full cup of black coffee down and clanked two tea cups on the tray. Tommy gestured for them to take a seat before pouring Wilbur's usual into both cups. The Angel stared in confusion at the second cup Tommy poured. He grabbed some paper towels and wrote something down on the top paper, leaning down over the counter to do so. He paused for a moment before continuing whatever thing he wrote, short as it was.

Tommy took the tray of drinks and brought it over to the table the SBI sat at. And wow, it was a weird thought. The SBI . He didn't really get hit with the realization that they were powerful villains until he remembered they had an official group name they were known by and wanted for. Yeah. But he didn't know the SBI. He knew Wilbur and whoever the other two were. But it definitely wasn't their villain selves. Not the Blade, the Angel of Death, and Siren. Not from what Tommy knew or saw at least. Or maybe he was getting ahead of himself. Maybe they did act like that as their villain selves.

He didn't know them . Of course he didn't. Tommy didn't know why he would think otherwise.

He placed their cups in front of them, when he looked at them, Tommy saw them staring at him weirdly. They were weird like that. The Angel opened his mouth, picking up the Earl Grey tea, probably going to say something about not ordering it. "If you're going to do anything but drink that tea with that open mouth, I will sock you in the face." The Angel played it safe and opted to drink the tea quietly. The Blade on the other hand looked at him skeptically, debating on whether to take that threat seriously or not.

After drinking some tea, he placed the tea back down. "You make some good tea." Tommy blinked at him, not sure what to say. People didn't usually compliment the drinks made by employees knowing that all cups were supposed to be made the same. Tommy obviously made everything the best though, so he wasn't surprised. Of course not.

"Of course I do! I make the best tea, mister the Angel of Death." Wilbur, who was drinking his cup of tea, choked when Tommy finished the sentence. Because of course he did, Tommy was the funniest person to ever exist.

"Mate." The Angel deadpanned. "Stop calling me 'mister'! I'm not that old, stop listening to Wilbur." Wilbur had a big smile on his face that he tried to hide by taking another sip of tea when the Angel looked at him.

Wilbur faked a serious face after calming himself down. "I don't know what you mean, I would never do that." He turned to Tommy, "Don't listen to him, I would never lie to you." And he wasn't sure if Wilbur was being dramatic or if he was actually telling the truth. Tommy also didn't know if he wanted Wilbur to be telling the truth or not.

The Blade was weirdly talkative that day, talkative wasn't the best word but in the Blade's standard, it was a lot. "That's true, if anything, you tell Tommy too much. What's next, your face?" Wilbur and the Blade looked at each other, having a stare off. The Blade must have recognized the look on Wilbur's face as one that's about to do something stupid. In Tommy's opinion, Wilbur always looked like he was about to do something stupid and always did stupid things. "That wasn't a challenge."

"It was to me." And Wilbur, the idiot he was, took off his mask then and there. All of them face palmed, but Wilbur took that as a win. Tommy could audibly hear the disappointment from Techno and the Angel.

"Never speak to me again." The Blade no longer wanted to be associated with someone like Wilbur. Wilbur clearly trusted Tommy too easily because he had the common decency to be nice to people he didn't know. The Blade and the Angel understood why he trusted Tommy, but two months of knowing someone was a bit quick to be revealing their identities considering they never told anyone but other villains their identity. Even then, the amount of people who knew their names and faces were few and far between. The Angel gave the most strained smile to Tommy and then looked at Wilbur like he would be yelling at him if not for Tommy being there. Tommy thought Wilbur should be thankful for Tommy for saving his life.

Wilbur, in all honesty, looked nothing like Tommy thought he would, but then again he didn't have any expectations for what he would look like.

Tommy sucked in a breath, closing his eyes, trying to not sock Wilbur in the face. Letting out a breath he asked, "Anyone want a refill?" He decided that he would pretend that nothing happened. It would give him peace of mind.