𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷

Chapter 14 - Chaos Reigns

"What do you think my hobbies are?" Siren said, turning his head to look at the intern with a smirk on his face.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?"

"A serious one." Siren said, his smirk growing wider as Thomas looked at him incredulously.

Siren adjusted his wings as he watched Tommy stumble to think of something, giggling as he would trip over his words. In all honesty, Siren thought it was pretty obvious. He had a bunch of old records and band posters up on the walls of his office, maybe Thomas was just not that observant.

"Uh-" Tommy started, stumbling to think of something, anything to say. "Reading? Drawing? Writing? You look like the type that likes to write."

Siren just laughed, Thomas's wings buzzed anxiously and his face began to warm up. It wasn't that funny, but he started chuckling along with Siren after a few moments.

"You're such a dickhead Siren, Gods.." Tommy chuckled, shaking his head.

Siren fell into a small fit of giggles as tried to calm down. He tilted his head to the side as inspected Thomas. He's not afraid to admit he's gotten attached to the young intern, he reminded him of a little brother in a way. It's almost been two months, and there hasn't been anything he could sense about Thomas that made him untrustworthy.

"Firstly, you weren't too far when you said writing," Siren started, standing and walking around the desk to the guitar stand on the other side of the filing cabinet. He picked up the guitar and walked back to his seat. Tommy just watched as he walked back to his chair, tilting his head to the side.

"You play music?" He asked with a raised brow, Siren just smirked at him.

"I've written a few songs in my day." Siren responded, watching as Thomas's face lit up, his wings buzzing under the blazer he was wearing.

"Siren, that's so cool!"

"Wilbur."

Tommy fell silent for a moment, blinking a few times at the hero "... Pardon?"

"Wilbur. You can call me Wilbur. Siren sounds too formal." Wilbur answered with a shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing, watching as Thomas's face twisted with confusion.

"So.. are you-... What the fuck is that supposed to mean??"

"It means, you can use my name when we're in the office, Thomas." Wilbur answered, starting to fall into a fit of giggles as Tommy tried to understand what the fuck just happened.

"What- no! I'm not going to call you Wilbur!"

"Yes, you are." Wilbur responded smugly through his giggles.

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah you will."

"I'm not going to."

"Sure you will."

"No I'm not!"

There was a beat of silence, the both of them just looking at each. A staring contest of sorts, to determine what Tommy was going to address him by. Wilbur only smirked wider the longer it lasted. But after a few moments, he shrugged, leaning back in his office chair.

"Alright," Wilbur said, reaching his hands up over his head to stretch. "Whatever you say~"

"Thank you S-"

"Tomathy."

"SIREN YOU DICKHEAD!" Tommy screeched, yelling out a series of curses and jumbled words at him, Wilbur laughing along the whole time.