Little: ⬜️Tommy🟥
Caregiver: 🎶Wilbur📝
((Oh two chapters in a day?))
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There was loud screaming from a solitary cabin.
"FUCK YOU I WONT!"
"Tommy, I'm giving you one last chance"
"SIT DOWN!" Wilbur pointed to the chair, he had a comb in his other hand.
"Your hair is a mess, you need to brush it."
Tommy sat down, rolling his eyes. His arms were crossed as he huffed. Honestly, Tommy didn't mind Wilbur brushing his hair. It reminded him of when techno would do the same, and braid it.
Tommy's hair wasn't short, it wasn't long either, it was just fluffy. His hair went down to about halfway down his neck when wet/straightened out. He liked it like that, he never had an issue with having medium length hair.
Wil had to brush out some knots in his brother's hair, causing Tommy to fuss and complain.
"It hurts! Wil stop it!"
"No, your hair looks like a blonde rats nest, I'm going to finish brushing," and he did.
Tommy unknowingly began to slip, whining more, tears welling in his eyes. He didn't like that brushing the knots hurt.
"Wilbyy,," he pulled his head forward, managing to get the other to stop
"Toms?" Wilbur asked, setting his hairbrush on the vanity. He had mostly finished Tommy's hair anyways. It was just styling now.
"Tommy hey buddy," he smiled patting his head "how old are you kiddo?" Tommy held up two fingers, then four, then two again, as if he was confused
"Dis many," he finally spoke again holding up two fingers for the final time. As a little Tommy was chill, he was a little bit of a crier, but it wasn't impossible to deal with
"Such a big bo-" Tommy shook his head in protest
"Nuh, m's iddle, wilby's" he had a little pout
"Okay okay, you're a very small baby," he pat Tommy's head again, who reached up.
"You wanna get changed?" Tommy nodded, getting lifted up and giggling.
Tommy was changed into a very large baby blue hoodie with bumblebee designs on the bottom of it, some white shorts, and his light blue paci with two small discs on the front.
Tommy yawned and hugged wilbur, resting his head on his shoulder. "Mm,,nappy time," he mumbled.
His pacifier was already falling out of his mouth a little as wilbur began to rock him gently.
Wil hummed the tune to an old ballad, a well recognizable one, one that fit his voice perfectly
"There will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword, he will tear your city down, o ley o lay, o lord"
He kept singing til he was certain Tommy was asleep, setting the boy down in his bed and tucking him in. Tommy was asleep and Wilbur was at peace. It was like when they were kids