Cupid's Arrow - yan!dsmp x non-binary!reader

[Part7]: Big Man, Bigger Problems

a chuckle, from Mr Wilbur Testosterone, like the guy sounded as if he chugged the stuff.

'You must be new around here? I'm Wilbur, that's my brother Tommy. Glad to see someone has Quackity on a leash. So we don't have people getting butchered left and right.' his tone was endearing, in a sense but his words where etched with hate, ill-intent and cruelty.

the guy definitely has the mindset of a abuser. You scathingly thought, whilst maintaining the happy façade you had on, ignoring Quackity's own face, contorting quickly from slight blush to vivid with anger.

'Like you have any rights to talk about control. Remember what happened to L'manburg?' he bit back, successfully hitting a nerve, which led into a argument between the two.

you quickly tuned out it, not needing such vulgar and cursed vocabulary in your ADHD memory, and instead looked at Tommy.

'Mind if I ask how you two are brothers? 'Cos no offence to him, but your nothing like him.' you say, rubbing your nape awkardly.

'...' he didn't immediately reply, somewhat lost in thought for a moment, then replied, 'I dunno honestly, but I know I'm not adopted. So are you a woman?'

oh, the gender question. love that.

why is it so hard for people to accept that the gender binary is another system that must be broken? Like be your birth gender if you want to, just don't force others to do the same. Encourage it sure, but not force.

'Well, how do you define gender Tommy?' you shoot back, determined to catch him out.

'Uh. I dunno? I just hope you are? Cos I think you look nice and Will always says that guys should go with girls...'

Hippity hoppity, is that homophobia on my property? you thought, not having ANY of that.

'Well, Wilbur lied to you my good sir, anyone can love anyone. Just as long as you love yourself first. That's the key to having a good relationship, romantic or not.' you state, proud of your good advice to a fellow, but most likely future gay.

the two of you heard footsteps approaching, and turned around to see Fundy.

'Oh. Great. He's back.' he grumbled, ears and tail drooping.

'If your going to insult him, do it now. I don't think he's listening.' you advise, reading the situation well.

Smoaky oak, aka Wilbur seemed like a A-Grade jerkwad. And you had a feeling Fundy had a unresolved past with him.

'Tommy, why is he back here? I thought Quackity told him he wasn't allowed here.' Fundy asked, after muttering more than a few curse words under his breath at your advice.

'Said something about... like asking for something? I dunno.' he replied, sheepishly playing with the hem of his shirt, 'You could ask him when he's done. Y'know, since he's your dad.'

What did he sayyyyyyyy?

the tea obviously, is piping hot.