unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

twenty-three.

"cool, cool." she says, "dad?"

"i hung out with my wife today."

"mom?"

"no."

"damn." sibyl sighs, "you suck."

"nope."

sibyl yawns, "shit." she groans, "it's literally one in the fucking afternoon!"

"did you sleep last night?" wilbur asks, making her sigh. "goodnight, sibyl. tell techno i said hi when you wake up, alright?"

"you tell him yourself, peckerneck." she laughs, "i'm gonna drop kick you when we meet."

"when we meet?"

"i'm tired shut up and ignore that i bet you're stinky."

"he is." tommy says, making her laugh.

"you're the stinky one!" wilbur shouts, "you called me wilby!"

"goodnight." sibyl says, hanging up with a smile on her face.

she had not only met one really good friend, but multiple others, all because of her stupid brother.

she rolls out of bed, opening her window and putting a screen in. it was extremely hot in her apartment, all due to gwynne and her strange body temperature. she returns to her bed, pulling her blanket over her shoulders and tucking moose in.

she lets her muscles relax and her eyes close once her head hit the pillow, and shortly after, she was asleep.

she was woke up by her phone loudly ringing a couple hours later. she groans, rolling out of her comfortable spot and grabbing her phone from the nightstand. she answers and puts it to her ear without even looking to see who it was that was calling her.

"hello?" she mumbles, barely awake and mere seconds from her arm giving out underneath her.

"hallo." she hears techno on the other end, the sound of wind snapping around him let her know he was in the car. "did i wake you?"

"are you driving?" she asks, receiving a hum in response. "so you're home?"

"duh. i wouldn't have my windows down if i wasn't."

"good point." she finally allows her limbs to stretch after putting him on speaker and putting her phone down. "how was your flight?"

"meh." he sighs, "there was this old lady beside me and she fell asleep and drooled on me."

"what if she died?" sibyl asks, "just kidding. that would traumatize me."

"an old lady dying beside me on a plane?" he laughs and she can hear him shutting his car off.

"are you home?"

"yes." he says, presumably opening his trunk.

"good." she says, turning to moose as he jumped onto her bed. she gently pets his head as he curls up on her pillow. she hears his trunk close and a door open shortly later, him breathing out a sigh of relief.

"floof?" she hears him say, making her eyes turn to her phone. she hears the sound of small paws hitting the ground, "hi, floof!"

she smiles softly, "tell floof i said hello."

with that, she listens to him play with the tiny dog for a while before making his way to his bedroom. they facetimed as he unpacked his bags and put his clothes away. they had washed them the day before so the only clothes he had to wash were the clothes he had on.

she smiles as he puts his final shirt back into his closet, sighing a dramatic sigh of relief and falling onto his bed. "i'm so tired." he groans.

"go to bed, dumbass." she jokes.

he flips her off, making her roll her eyes. but despite their brief argument over it and his desperate stubbornness, he falls asleep almost immediately after.

!a/n!

it literally took me a week to write this chapter.

i had the worst writers block of my life and this is a really boring filler chapter so my brain really didn't wanna write it, but we made it.

expect more texting & twitter chapters, though <3

also i will be using techno instead of paul now

my mom gave me a shitty boys name when i asked her </3

have a good one! :3