I Threw Glass At My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm On Probation
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 2h 27m
Ongoing, First published Oct 18, 2021
Mature
original on ao3
no tw
tombur
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Wilbur called Tommy.
"Hey big guy, I thought you were coming?" He said when he heard Tommy pick up.

Tommy looked down at the phone in his hands, on speaker in the park with his friends. "Uh well, big man, I sort of can't-"
"What do you mean you can't?"
"Wilbur, are you drunk?"
"Yeah. Hey Techno is here wanna say hi?"
"Not rea-"
"Pst hey Techno Tommy is here to say hi."
"HI TOMMY"
"yeah, yeah, hi guys. listen I don't have a ride over, so-"
"Don't worry, George is sober, he'll pick you up."
"Oh. O-Ok then..."
Wilbur hung up.
"Ahaha, what was that all about?" he nervously turned to his friends. "But uh, I did tell the big man and tubbo I'd be there, so...."
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