Of Gifts And Courting (Tomboo)

somethings change

I know I'm an inconsistent whore with my uploads but stop having gay roleplays in my comment section /lh

Sorry I haven't updated :(((( my cat got hit by a car, and on the way to the vet the car got hit by a truck killing everyone except for me instantly. My therapist got sent to the backrooms and posted my problems on reddit. Also a meteor crashed into my house and fucking killed me :(((
I'm so sorry it will happen again

More tnt duo for y'all I'm sorry its just that Wilbur soot is my little meow meow
There'll be more tommy next chapter

Wilbur had woken up in a nice bed, surrounded by sturdy walls with the sounds of birds chirping outside.

It was incredibly uncomfortable.

He didn't want to move from his cozy confinement though, because that would mean having to face quackity after his show of weakness yesterday.

What was he to expect when he walked out that door?

A sneering mouth, ready to spit venom in the form of words and throw his weakness into his face?

Or worse, pity..

He didn't have much time to dwell on wether or not smashing a window and jumping out would be worth it before there was a knock at the door.

Wilbur opened his mouth to say something but quackity just walked in, he supposed the knock wasn't asking for permission but only announcing his presence.

Wilbur swallowed down his dread and grinned, a sharp ugly thing that came much more naturally then an actual smile.

"You should've waited for me to say something, what if I were changing?" He questioned teasingly "unless.. you'd like to catch me like that"

Quackity scoffed "It's too early for your shit, soot. Besides what would you even change into? My clothes wouldn't fit you and everyone knows you own nothing outside of that nasty ass coat and jumper."

Quackity knew what Wilbur was doing. If the man wanted to act like yesterday didn't happen then okay, he'd take the bait.. for now.

"Now get the hell out of bed I got work in like an hour."

Wilbur groaned, flopping onto the bed. He didn't really like it, it was way too soft and he wasn't used to it but he would lay on it just to spit quackity. "What does you having work in an hour have to do with me?"

"Because I'm gonna be out and I'm not gonna leave you in my house alone. Now get out of bed."

"Why don't you get IN Bed.. with me wink wink"

"Soot."

The man giggled and sat up "okay okay I'm up, don't get your suspenders in a twist." As he went to sit up his stomach rumbled and he remembered he hadn't eaten at all yesterday. A simple lack of appetite turing into the certainty that dead men do not need to eat.

Quackity was going to send Wilbur off, tell him to make himself one of his shitty burgers but he could see the way Wilbur's eyes began to unfocus and the way his wings drooped on his back. He wasn't sure what the man was thinking about that set him off but.. it reminded him of Tommy.

He decided he would help. He was no damn therapist but Wilbur was dirty and hungry and he could work with that.

"Go wash up."

"What?" He voice came out quiet and confused.

Quackity laid a hand on the small of Wilbur's back, grounding him subtly as he guided Wilbur to the restroom.

"Go wash you face, wash your hair. I have some extra toothbrushes so you can brush your nasty ass teeth as well. Don't use the blue one that's mine."

"Oh.. okay" the man agreed with a little hesitance and quackity went into the kitchen.