This City Never Sleeps At Night

10 - Bitchbur

"Do it on me, Poseidon!"

"Easy, kid. I don't think you really want me to."

"Aw, c'mon, pleeeease? How'm I supposed to learn if you don't teach me???"

"The Blackout, it's, uh, it's not a pleasant experience... I don't want to use it on you. And trust me, you don't either."

"It sounds fun!!"

"No, it's... It's horrifying."

"I don't care! Come onnnn, Poseidon!"

"No, kid. I'm not going to. I'm your mentor, not your torturer. And don't make me say no again."

"Fine. I hate you."

"I can live with that."

Tommy walked home that day. He didn't feel like flying; his wings were sore and his day had been particularly bad. 

Well, apart from that one customer. What was his name – Wilbur? 

He looked like an idiot. His hair was stupid and his attitude was stupid – Who was that energetic at eight-thirty in the fucking morning? 

His friends were cool, though – Especially the other avian who was taller than him, but still shorter than the Wilbur guy. 

Wilbur guy was tall. Tommy was tall, but Wilbur guy was taller. Tommy did not like feeling looked down on.

As Tommy reached the apartment building, he decided to be a normal person for once and take the stairs. He was just... feeling drained. 

He sighed as he unlocked his apartment door and walked in, slamming it behind him. Tubbo looked up from whatever nonsensical tech thingy he was building and Ranboo looked up from his place on the floor.

"Whoah, Tommy using the door? Miracle." Tubbo teased. Tommy managed a smile but trudged past both of them, flopping down on the couch.

He frowned at the ceiling.

This wasn't depression, was it? Depressedinnit didn't have a very nice ring to it.

No, Tommy wasn't depressed. He couldn't be depressed. He had a great life. Maybe he was just... tired. 

Tubbo and Ranboo'd voices were blurry in the background and his vision was hazy. Yep. Definitely just tired. Tommy Innit did NOT have an iron deficiency.

He was mildly aware of Tubbo shaking his shoulder and telling him to sleep; and Ranboo informing him that he wouldn't be doing vigilante-ism tonight. 

Fuck that. He could vigilante just fine!

Tommy tried to stand up but one of his roommates shoved him back onto the couch. As good as they did, because his ears were ringing.

...

That's all he remembers from the previous night.

Now, he's at the café and he's talking to Wilbur about Primes know what because his memory is shit right now. He paused in what he was saying and blinked.

"-ommy? You alright?" The concerned voice shot through the haziness of his mind like a hot knife through butter. Tommy rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." Tommy grunted, looking up into Wilbur's shit eyes. 

He swayed for a moment before grabbing onto the counter. "...What were we talking about again?"

Wilbur waved it aside. "Doesn't matter, are you alright?"