A Mockingbird In The Crows Nest

No Pressure (Read; A Lot Of Pressure)

He's about half-way through his waffles when Technoblade finally looks up to sip his tea, and pauses.

"Are you religious, Tommy?" He asks; a slight grimace on his lips as he stares at Tommy's plate.

Tommy frowns and lowers the fork-full he had half-raised to his mouth. "Uh..Not really? Why?"

He jerked his chin at his plate. "It looks like you're tryin' to give yourself a heart attack with that amount of syrup." He grimaced even more as Tommy pointedly mopped up more syrup and shoved the waffle bite in his mouth. "Geeze, how can you even eat that? Just lookin at it is gonna give me a stomach ache."

" Clearly I have the superior stomach!" He snarked, pointing his fork accusingly at the piglin-hybrid. "If you can't handle your waffles drowning in syrup; then you've got one weak ass stomach."

It was only after the words left his mouth that he remembered who exactly he's talking to, and froze. What the hell was he doing saying that to fucking Peleus?? Number 2 fucking hero Peleus.

Thankfully, the hero snorted before he could spiral too far. "Says the guy who can't even eat bacon." He said over the lip of his mug, causing Wilbur to choke on a laugh.

"Wh- Hey!" He puffed his wings up as indignation raced through his veins. "I can too eat bacon! It just- Makes me a little sick-"

"Sounds like a weak stomach to me." Technoblade interrupted, leaning back in his seat as Wilbur wheezed beside him. "A real L moment." He raised the mug to his lips and-

..Was that a smile?

Just barely quirking up the corners of Technoblade's lips; is a very faint smile.

A sharp jolt of pride shot through his ribs as he grinned. He leaned forward, ready to launch into a playful argument with the man to get him to crack some more- when his phone buzzed softly in his pocket and destroyed the moment.

He grumbled a bit and glared half-heartedly at the man as he fished around for his phone. He picked up a strawberry and bit into it as he unlocked the dim screen and-

The strawberry clattered against his plate.

Wilbur looks up instantly at the noise, and sets his cup down. "Tommy?"

He doesn't respond. He just gapes down at the screen of his phone with a growing sense of dread curling around his stomach.

> Tonight. Keep away from the docks. -R.

Tommy gulps, and quickly shoves his phone back in his pocket before someone sees. His- This isn't his burner phone. Raptor sent that to his personal phone. WHich means- Oh fuck how long has he been trying to contact him this morning? And Tommy just- wasn't in his room to pick up? Prime, Raptor is gonna kick his ass when he calls him back later.