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

Chapter ten

Toxic just stared at him, for a moment neither of them spoke a word. Then.

"Yea, I'm gonna be honest with you boss man, I don't know what that means."

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The elevator ride down to their personal level always felt longer than it actually is after patrol. Wilbur sighed, it hadn't been too eventful, a couple of petty crimes and an attempted bank robbery which Tubbo shut down quickly, the kid simply released the poisonous gas with the blink of an eye and watched as the robbers dropped like flies. They're still alive, probably, he didn't know and didn't bother checking the reports, they had tried shooting the kid and the dark side of him couldn't be happier with the thought of someone, who had tried hurting the people he considered close friends, dying.

Besides, that could wait until tomorrow, for now, he needed some proper rest and about five cups of coffee. And maybe an energy drink.

Walking out of the elevator and towards the door to their flat he quickly pulled out the keycard and flashed it against the reader, a small beeping noise indicating that the door was now unlocked. He walked inside, door closing behind him, hands already reaching to pull off the mask and get some of that admittedly not-so-fresh air of the flat on his face. The hallway was dark and empty but he could see some light in the living room, meaning either Phil or Techno were still up. Entering the living room he found that both of them were still up, reading like the nerds they were.

"How was patrol?" Phil asked, a gentle smile on his face.

"Uneventful," Wilbur shrugged, "Tubbo practised his ability again, don't know if they survived and frankly couldn't care less, they tried shooting us."

"Lady Death surely won't mind a couple of souls."

The winged hero snorted at the piglin's comment, now directing his attention back to the book in his hands, basically mirroring Techno. Pulling off the beanie and discarding it to the floor like his trenchcoat Wilbur flopped onto one of the sofas, face first of course, and let out a low groan.

"I need coffee."

"What you need is sleep."

"Sleep is for the weak."

"Exactly why you need it."

He shot the pink-haired man the middle finger, earning an amused snort in return.

"Why are you guys still up anyways, it's like four in the morning."

"Waiting for you to get home, obviously," Techno snorted, now getting up, the cracking of several joints followed, "making sure you don't bleed out or something-"

"That was one time!"

"But now that you're back home and all safe and sound there's no reason to postpone sleep any longer." The piglin finished while walking down the hall, the book left on the glass table.

The brunette let out another huff, fully aware of the amused and fond look his father shot him. Here his brother was boasting about how sleep was purely for the weak while practically waiting for his turn to give into the sweet darkness. Pathetic.

"You should sleep too."

"Nah."

"You'll be tired and exhausted in a couple of hours, Wil."

"I'll just get some coffee, that'll do the trick."

"Is there a reason why you don't want to sleep?"

"No reason at all, Father," Wilbur growled, "I love spending a good portion of my day being unconscious while suppressed memories of that lovely train station come haunting me during a time that's supposed to be calm and relaxing."