a series of sbi oneshots

"Oh," "hello."

“Oh,” Techno mumbled, “hello.”

The cat that had hopped onto his shoulders blinked slowly in response at him. He quickly settled down across his shoulders. Okay then, guess he has a friend for the morning.

He went back to messing with the coffee machine, cursing under his breath when it made a rattling noise. He swears he saw steam roll off it too, lovely. Maybe he can force Wilbur to go out and get coffee for the both of them.

Speaking of Wilbur–an airy laugh sounded behind him. Techno turned to glare at his older brother, the smile on his face betraying him, however.

“You have a–” Wilbur waved his hand towards Techno, giggling more, “an um, guest, king.”

“Really?” Techno droned out, rolling his eyes, “Crazy. Never noticed.”

Wilbur snickered, walking closer. His pajama pants covered half of his feet, dragging across the floor. He had socks on, why doesn’t he just pull his pant legs up? He voiced this and Wilbur completely ignored him, opting to coo sweetly at the cat draped across Techno.

“D’aww– Hi little guy, how are you this morning?” Wilbur stroked his hand down the cat’s fur, cooing loudly right by Techno’s ear. The cat lifted his head slightly and glared at Wilbur.

“What? Hmm? Are you upset I called you little?”

Techno sighed, dragging his hand down his face, “Stop terrorizin’ Tommy. Go out and get us coffee.” Tommy meowed in agreement, “No, none for you.” He got a hiss for that one.

Wilbur leaned back, sticking his tongue out at Tommy, shrieking when he tried to claw at it. “What– why can’t you use the coffee machine?”

Tommy hopped off of Techno’s shoulders, shifting back smoothly into his human skin. He hopped on top of the counter and grinned at both his older brothers. “King, I think if you tried to use it again, it’ll explode.”

“Huh.” Wilbur pondered, glancing at the said machine with a curious glint in his eye.

“God dammit–stop giving him ideas, Tommy.”

Tommy laughed, loud and bright. The two other brothers in the room grinned instinctually at the sound. “I did nothing of the sort! Not my fault he’s insane.”

“Hey–!”

“Wilbur,” Techno begged, pushing his hand at Tommy’s face to get him to stop talking, “please, coffee. I will do your chores for the next week if you go.”

The brunette was off and out the door before Techno could take his word back. Welp.

“That desperate huh?” Tommy questioned, freeing himself from the silencing hand. Instead, he wrapped his own fingers around it, pulling it down to his lap.

He squeezed Tommy’s hand lightly, smiling when the boy lit up slightly at the motion. “You don’t even know, kid. I think coffee is my bloodstream at this point,” He faked a shutter. Tommy giggled at the theatrics. “Shoulda saw me in college. I would be dead at this point.”

“Oh, no,” Tommy started. He hopped off the counter, keeping his hand intertwined with Techno’s, dragging them both out of the kitchen and into the living room. “I believe you. Can you text Wilbur?”

Humming a questioning tone, he fished his phone out of his pajama pants pocket. God, he loves these pants, for this reason, pockets for days. He pulled open Wilbur’s contact, tapping the screen to start a text. Tommy pulled them both down onto the couch.

“Tell him to get breakfast too.”

“Ah, smart kid.” Techno rumbled, already starting to text both of their McDonald's orders to the older. Hot cakes for the win, weird name aside.

“Thank you, thank you,” Tommy yawned. “I try, big man shit–and all that.” He let go of Techno’s hand to stretch, back popping loudly at the action, earning a quiet ‘Damn’.

Without a moment's hesitation and within a blink of an eye, in replacement of his brother, stood an orange tabby cat. Tommy licked at his paw for a moment, bringing it behind his head to swipe it across his ear. After a moment of repeating that motion, he looked up towards Techno, blinked slowly, then walked over and curled up in his lap.

“Okay, kid,” Techno spoke quietly, bringing his hand over and petting Tommy gently, “I’ll wake you when the idiot gets back. Sleep well.”

Tommy meowed sleepily once more before completely settling down to sleep. Techno started mumbling stories under his breath, only just loud enough for it to wash over Tommy.

His phone pinged from where he left it laying, he reached over and picked it up with his free hand.

He snickered when he saw it was from Wilbur. The text read a long list of insults, he was sure Wilbur has paused whatever he was doing to list them all out which made Techno feel better.

He swapped his apps over to the camera, swapping from storytelling to humming as he snapped a pic. Navigating back to his messages with Wilbur quickly after and sending the picture, along with it the message, “Tommy was the one to ask.”

Techno watched with smug satisfaction as the messaged turned from sent to read, followed with a, “Nevermind.”

Fucking softie.

He glanced down at the hand still smoothing down Tommy’s fur as he dozed off. Okay. Maybe he was also a softie. Not like he was judging Wilbur for it…maybe.

Tommy started purring in his lap, shuffling slightly to snuggle in closer to Techno. He grinned to himself, this kid is so lucky he’s a cute cat.

Christ, Tommy has everyone wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he?

…Oh well.

Techno set his phone back down, leaning his head back–huffing slightly as the cushion made his head bounce. A little nap wouldn’t hurt, Wilbur would wake them up anyways with his loud ass entrances. Stupid theatre kids.

The even purring made him feel sleepier, Techno felt his eyes droop shut. Hmm, yeah, a nap wouldn’t hurt at all. Waking up to pancakes sounds nice anyways.

He let his hand rest snuggly on Tommy’s spine before drifting off completely.