Don't Know How to Feel.

56. That Feeling of Being Forever Grateful

Red umbrellas shaded the customers from the burning sun. Green grass tickled at any exposed ankles while the light wind climbed up their backs, making the heat a bit more bearable.

Chatter filled the area, along with the sound of silverware clicking against the well-known white plates with red outlining, and the Ranvan logo in the middle just so they didn't forget who made those wonderful burgers they were eating.

Tina's shoes parted the grass with each step as she made her way over to a table. Seems Wilbur forgot to cut the grass... Again. He said he'd do it four days ago but the grass has only been getting longer.

With a practised grin and nod of her head, she spares a couple of words to the customers before walking back into the van.

"Wil," she called, stepping through the open door and facing a very hand-filled coworker. She took a plate off his hands, humming as he thanked her.

"You still haven't cut the grass."

Wilbur's eyes flickered with the realisation, groaning with disappointment. "Shit. I completely forgot."

"Again," Ranboo noted, only making Wilbur frown more.

"I'll do it today."

Tina and Ranboo shared a look before facing Wilbur, doubtful and teasing.

"Promise," He said with a nod of his head, then muttering something to himself before walking out of the van.

He set a plate down on the wooden table, his shadow merging with the umbrellas as he looked up at the customers.

"Purpled, right?" He grinned, tilting his head as the boy stilled before nodding.

"Yea that's right." He said, resting an arm on the table. "Thanks for the food bossman."

"Why do all of you- you younger people say bossman?" Sam questioned, eyebrows furrowing like it was some great mystery.

Wilbur shrugged, he's noticed that too. Tommy, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Purpled all use the phrase bossman a large amount.

"Tubbo started it." Purpled simply shrugged, picking up a fry lazily.

Curious, Wilbur was about to ask further. Only to remember the other customers who needed their food.

He's seen Purpled around before, trading short words of random topics with the guy. He seemed cool, but Wilbur's slightly confused about why he was eating with Sam.

Those two were like a strict (but still caring, of course) parent and a stubbornly rebellious kid. All day any day.

He didn't linger over it for long, telling them to enjoy their meal and walking to the next table.

"Hey Wilbur, your work pins upside down," Phil called, a smile on his face as he pointed. Wilbur frowned, immediately setting the plates down and checking.

"Oh fuck off." He said. His pin was in fact, right side up. Just like he remembered. "Just eat the damn food."

Techno snickered, both at Phil and Wilbur before taking a rather large bite from his burger.

"Hey, that's no way to speak to your father."

Wilbur huffed. "Not like you can do anything about it, old man."

Phil raised an eyebrow as if some sort of playful warning. "Know Wil, you shouldn't make fun of your father's age."

"Yeah, it's rather hurtful," Techno added, in no way serious before taking a drink of water. "A harsh thing to do."