Through Potions and Books it's still, you isn't it?

Chapter two

The meeting had gone just as Wilbur expected, Phil chewed the heck out of him for even bringing harmful potions to a regular patrol with none of the villains in sight or any reports of villain-suspicious activity. Techno had just watched the whole scolding go down before adding that there was a good chance of the boy being seriously injured now, simply to put more salt in the wound.

Sometimes he really despised his adopted brother (he really didn't).

"I'm just sayin', Wil, that was a harming potion and I know for a fact you only brew the lingering ones. That leg's gonna be screwed for a couple more days, hopefully, Kinoko got his hands on Theseus by now. He'll need medical attention."

"I got it, no more potions on patrol." Wilbur groaned, hands running over his face.

"And no more throwing them at fucking vigilantes either." Phil had never sounded more pissed and...worried? Wilbur guessed it was fair, he could have potentially killed someone right now. But it was a vigilante, a criminal doing their job without the government's regulations. Basically a criminal.

"Are we done? Or do you guys want to continue chewing me out for how badly I fucked up?" Wilbur eventually asked after some moments of silence.

"I guess we're done," Phil sighed, rubbing over his hands, "Make sure to add the accident to the report, hiding it will just make it worse."

Of course, it would, sure, Schlatt could never fire him as one of the top heroes, loved by the public and sponsors but he could definitely cut his patrol schedule and possibly even send him on suspension for a couple of days. And that would be so, so incredibly boring and he really didn't want to be dragged to his brother's bookstore. Books are good, don't get him wrong but there is only so much reading his brain can take before short-circuiting. Speaking of-

"Don't you have work tomorrow morning, Techno?"

"Yeah," the piglin groaned, "Tommy is supposed to open the shop, already messaged him for coming in late."

"Who is Tommy?" Phil asked while walking over to the kitchen aisle. The SBi meeting had been held in their living room, neither of them cared to message Hannah about a meeting room at HQ which led to where they sat now, the sofa in the living room.

"Tommy Innit, the kid I hired recently. Reminds me of a raccoon but he gets the job done so I can't complain."

"Kid?" Phil asked alarmed.

"Legal adult," Techno corrected with a small huff, "got a bit of a baby face but his documents said he just recently turned 18."

Phil hummed and opened the fridge, looking for anything edible. His eyes fell on the pack of eggs and the bell pepper they had, with a bit of bacon and perhaps some tomatoes, those could be the perfect breakfast.

"What do you guys think about an early breakfast?"

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As it turned out Tommy's body did not wake him up at the correct time, instead, a text from his boss did, approximately two and a half hours after he collapsed into bed. He really should've turned off his notification sounds.

Reaching over to the small table next to his bed to grab his phone he already felt the stinging pain underneath the bandages, every breath stung and his arms felt like cooked spaghetti, to say Tommy felt weak would've been an understatement. Not that that was such a surprise, the blonde boy was almost certain there was still some of the weakness potion in his system and the injuries didn't exactly make it easy to get a good night's rest.

Blinking at the bright phone screen he saw that the notification was a message from his boss stating that something came up and Tommy would have to open up the shop, meaning he'd have to be there even earlier than expected to sort through the newly delivered books and set up the small café tables in the back of the shop. Technically, it was a book café or however his boss called it but a bookstore was much easier to explain when someone ever were to ask where he worked.