# / angst , comfort
( “ you’re there for me? “ )
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the blond was attempting ( and poorly failing, mind you ) at guiding himself to wilbur’s van, having been told to go there. by himself , apparently. he seemed to be in a city now, of some sort. he always heard his footsteps and callings to wilbur echo off buildings of some sort, not that he was good enough at echolocation to know what they looked like.
he heard footsteps approach him, and he sighed in relief " oh , wilbur! i’m so glad you’ve found me - you’re such a stupid fuckin’ wanker! " as he continued ranting , he failed to notice that this wasn’t wilbur, and instead the casino owner himself.