Little- tommy

Big bro- Wilbur

THIS IS ALL PLATONIC

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Wilbur and tommy walked side by side down the sidewalks of the smp. Wilbur humming a happy tune as he half listened to Tommy's rant about what dumb mess he got himself into the day before. It was mid summer, flowers were completely bloomed, which meant bees. Now had it been tubbo hanging out with Wilbur that day, things would be different. But this was tommy we're talking about, as the two headed further down the path and towards the numerous flower beds outside the other houses. Bees became more frequent, zipping past Wilbur and Tommy's ears and getting too close for Tommy's comfort. The bees startled tommy, he wouldn't say he was afraid, but he wouldn't say he liked bees either. Folding his arms over his chest, tommy kept talking, trying to ignore the bees the best he could. While also keeping himself focused, it was easy to make him slip, but bees were the quickest way to make it happen.

Wilbur finally listened to the entirety of the story, his gaze slowly falling to Tommy's sleeve. Where a bumblebee had comfortably landed. Tommy noticed Wilbur's gaze and followed it, immediately regretting his decision. Shrieking, tommy flung his arm to the side, making the bee fly away not too happily. Wilbur couldn't help but begin to laugh, placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder to keep him upright. Frowning, tommy didnt think it was very funny. Crossing his arms, he barely had time to recognize the fuzzy feeling that crept into his mind, quickly spreading like a virus before tommy was completely regressed. Huffing, tommy pushed wilburs hand away "it not funny!" Wilbur snorted before finally starting to calm down, a bright smile still plastered on his face. "Come on, it was fucking great"

Tommy didnt know how to handle the situation, so he did what seemed best. Turning around, huffing and crossing his arms. Wilbur paused for a moment, thinking he had gone too far. "Hey tom ya know I didnt mean it" tommy stuck his lip out in a pout, still not looking at Wilbur. "Nuh uh, big meanie" he didnt seem like he would give in so easily. Wilbur raised an eyebrow, peeking his head over Tommy's shoulder. Putting his pointer finger against Tommy's shirt "what's that". Gullible tommy looked down, curious on what Wilbur meant. Only to be met by Wilbur dragging his finger up and flicking Tommy's nose. Tommy's hands flew up to his nose, taking a moment to process what had just happened. His eyebrows pinched together as he looked at Wilbur "hey!" But Wilbur only laughed softly "there now your not pouting anymore"

Tommy Balled his hands into fists, that definitely did not help the situation. Finally Wilbur stopped being a dingus, it clicked in his mind that tommy wasnt in a big headspace at the moment. "Ohhh I'm sorry toms" he ruffled up Tommy's hair, earning a grumble from him. "Yeah I put ya in such a fussy mood huh" tommy could only nod his head, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. Looking around to see exactly where they were, wilbur came up with an idea. "How about we go visit big Q's new store" that was enough to fill tommy with excitement "big Q big Q!" He chanted, bouncing on the tips if his toes. Smiling, wilbur put on his glasses, holding out his pinky "alright little guy let's go". Tommy happily hook his pinkie around wilburs, making it easier for Wilbur sense he doesnt like his hands being touched.

Skipping up the wooden path, tommy couldnt hold in his excitment. Every person he saw, Tommy would wave and shout "I'm gonna see Big Q!!" To that statement, everyone would just smile and tell him to have fun. It got to the point Wilbur had to quickly drag Tommy away from houses. Eventually they arrived at a brightly colored building, through the windows quackity was standing behind counter. Helping out someone who was already inside, wilbur pushed the door opened for them both. The soft jingle of a bell rang through the air, catching the attention of quackity. Immediately tommy lost his shit, sprinting over to quackity and jumping around him "big Q big Q!! Hihihihihihihihi" wilbur quickly walked over and placed his hand on Tommy's shoulder. "Hey now, I understand your excited, but we must use our Inside voice"

Once the customer left the store, quackity turned his attention to tommy. Smiling brightly "hey there tommy! Sup wilbur, what brings ya to the best store in the smp" before Wilbur could respond, Tommy bounced up and down "I'm gonna get a firetruck!" Quackity laughed at Tonmmys excitment, pretending to think for a moment "a firetruck you say? Hmmm i believe I have one-" he reached under the counter and placed a shiney red toy firetruck onto the countertop "right here!" Tommy couldn't help but gasp and very gently pick it up. Looking up at Wilbur he smilef as wide as he could "look!" He held it up for Wilbur to see. The older patted his head "that's awesome little man" turning back to quackity, he began to talk but was interrupted "hm hmm let me guess Wilbur youd like aaaaa-" quackity tossed a magic 8 ball Into the air.

Wilbur caught it just in time, looking down at the shining black coat of paint that covered it "quackity I-" but once again he was interrupted "shhh dont speak it's okay, I already know I'm the best" tommy let out a small giggle, already clinging onto the truck for dear life. Sighing, Wilbur paid for both items. He couldn't lie, wilbur thought the magic 8 ball was pretty cool. Waving to quackity, Tommy ran out of the building with his new firetruck, plopping down at the nearest dirt patch to play. Wilbur quickly followed, sighing as he knew he'd be there for a very very very long time....maybe this magic 8 ball will come in handy after all.