this is wrong [w.s]

[02]

When Schlatt woke, he'd timed out of the Discord call — presumably because Wilbur had left to run errands or some other excuse. While they didn't fall asleep on each other's calls often, when they did it wasn't uncommon for either one of them to chill in the call while the other slept, muted so as not to disturb him, keeping each other company in their own strange way.

Bleary eyed, he opened up his messages and saw some new ones from Wilbur, probably only a short amount of time after he'd fallen asleep.

Today 3:43 am

Wilbur
Guess who fell asleep on call this time. NOT ME!

Today 4:51 am

Wilbur
You snore btw

Schlatt scoffed, typing in half assed irritation.

Today 8:26 am

Schlatt
i do not snore

Wilbur
Good morning sleeping beauty

Schlatt
go away
I'm going back to bed

Wilbur
Whatever you want princess <3

Schlatt
SHHT UP!!!!

He turned off his phone then, putting it on charge and rolling over to sleep more. His plane wasn't for a little longer, he could probably sleep for another 30 minutes or so. He still had his alarm set from the night before.

Schlatt decided he hated airports. Honestly, they had lost their charm the days following his face reveal, flying out to that stupid convention covering his face in the waiting bay with the worst anxiety of his life. Anxiety that, of course, followed him right onto the plane.

Now, flying anxiety was a constant companion. Maybe it was the bad memories following him, or just him stress-watching plane crashes on his phone like he just couldn't look away from them. Thankfully, the only wreck that came out of the flight was him.

And God, what a wreck he was. The inflight wifi evaded him the entire time, and he was desperate to complain to somebody about his terrible experience the whole flight.

Almost automatically, his thumb opened Wilbur's messages. Nothing new, but that wasn't a concern. He typed with one hand as he navigated the crowds to the baggage claim.

Today 11:39 am

Schlatt
my plane just landed
crying child kicking my chair the entire time. i hate everything about this
and i had no signal up there so im assuming you dont either

He waited on the outskirts of the crowd, easily looking over their heads every so often for his suitcase. To keep himself occupied, he scrolled through Twitter, finding a Tweet from Phil about 'dropping his sons off at the airport'. He snickered, liking the tweet and staring at the picture of the boys with a fond smile. He was excited to see the three of them again, even though Phil strangely phrased the tweet like he wasn't coming.

A glance up — no suitcase, back to scrolling mindlessly. He came across a tweet from Wilbur's account that was clearly not from Wilbur.

WilburSoot
WHAT IS UP MY SOOTIANS IT IS ME. WILBUR

WilburSoot
WHERE IS MY COMPANION J MONEY. THE FANS NEED SERVICING

He rolled his eyes — Tommy.

He decided to leave a reply under the tweet that was from Wilbur.

WilburSoot
TOMMY STOLE MY PHONE

jschlatt
wait so we aren't going on a date?

He didn't expect a reply soon — the tweets were from a few hours ago, and they were well into their flight by now. He looked up at the conveyor and made eye contact with his suitcase. And... Someone beelining towards it. The hell?