Tommy furrows his brows in concentration, "Te- Tec- Tech-" The hero nods encouragingly. "Techie."
Tommy watches as the man goes through like, ten difference expressions in a matter of seconds, ending in a look of constipation.
"You need a shit too?" Tommy asks, so considerate as always.
"Don't call me that," Techie grimaces.
"Okay, Techie," Tommy agrees.
" No," Techie glares.
Tommy frowns, "Why?"
"That's not my name."
"Yeah it is," Tommy decides.
"No that's not how this works, my name is Techno."
"Techie."
"Techno."
"Techie."
"Techno."
"Techie," Tommy giggles.
"I won't reply to anything but Techno," Techie says.
Tommy frowns, "Techie."
The man stays silent.
Well that's just fucking rude.
"Techie," He tries again.
Tommy feels his bottom lip tremble, "Te-Techie," He warbles.
He watches the man's eyes widen in... in fear?
"Techie," He repeats, tears springing to his eyes.
"Okay, okay," Techie hastily puts his hands up, "Stop crying. Call me what you want."
The tears do an uno reverse back into Tommy's head.
He giggles, "Techie, Techie, Techie."
He watches Techie groan, placing a palm on his face in frustration.
"Hey, hey Techie you - you got that sword? The poggers one? Can I play with it?" Tommy asks excitedly, squirming in the bed, ready to get out and be fucking awesome.
He goes to stand up and almost immediately crumples to the ground if not for a pair of arms wrapping around his torso.
He frowns in confusion.
Tommy glances up at his saviour and sees the Willow.
Oh shit. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck this is so cool no it isn't yes it is no it isn't the Willow is holding you that's kinda pog no no it's not he's going to die when did Willow get here was he here the whole time what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck he's kinda hungry ew no ranboob's soup what the fuck there was spaghetti why was there spag-
"Oh my god it's Willow," Tommy cuts off his own internal monologue to gape up at the man.
The man in question looks weird again. Why does he keep looking at him like that?
"Wilbur," The man says.
Tommy lets out a noise of confusion, "Wha?"
"Call me Wilbur," Willow says.
"Wil-Willo- Wil- Wilby," He smiles up at the man.
"N- No," Wilby hisses, " Wilbur, say it, say Wilbur."
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