#switch!wilbur

This was what he’d been craving, what he'd needed. After weeks of vlogging, and editing, and seemingly endless work, he’d been given the opportunity to relax. Well, ‘given’ is kind of the wrong word. It was more Wilbur barging into his flat without warning to kidnap him and forcefully take care of him. Not that Tommy was complaining of course. He’d willingly let the musician steal him away from his work any day, and besides, he needed the break. He was sure his eyes were going to turn into squares with how long he’d been staring at his computer screen.

As well as Tommy's own relentless hard work, Wilbur has been over doing it himself too. The Lovejoy tour took a lot out of him, and he was well overdue for a break. His band mates had put their foot down when Wilbur just about smashed into a door frame from stumbling around in his exhaustion. Ash was similarly tired after getting back from New York and having to jump straight into the Lovejoy gigs. The musicians all agreed they needed some time to recoup, and Wilbur's immediate go-to was his little brother. They hadn't seen each other in weeks, the world was without the Crime Boys and Wilbur wouldn't stand for it a minute longer. Air-go, kidnapping the blonde and bringing him back to his own flat for take out and cuddles. 

It was a great relaxation combo. 

Wilbur’s hand smooths over his unruly curls once more, earning a pleased noise from the boy when he scratches at the scalp too. The brunette holding him so tenderly breathes out a quiet huff, fondness crinkling his eyes and softening his brow. “Sunshine,” Wilbur murmurs quietly, thumb brushing along Tommy’s forehead, soothing the small wrinkles building there. “My sunshine.”

Tommy mumbles incoherently, nudging his cheek further into Wilbur’s sweater in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “...’hush, Wil,” he murmurs, pretending there isn’t a soft, pink flush slowly warming his face. “‘M trying to sleep.”

Wilbur chuckles, warm and rich and loving. The arm still wrapped around Tommy’s waist tightens for a moment, Wilbur’s other hand cupping the boy’s jaw and holding it there, an endeared smile lifting the man’s lips when Tommy leans into it fully. “Sweet boy,” he whispers, unable to help himself. Tommy groans into his chest, a shy grin lifting his lips as he lightly bats at Wilbur’s arm. 

“Stoooop,” he grumbles light-heartedly, “soft motherfucker.”

Wilbur coos, hand still cradling Tommy’s face easing it to lift up towards him. ”Awww, you’re blushing, Toms,” quietly murmurs Wilbur, heart melted to goo at Tommy’s red face and flustered smile. “It’s really cute bubs, very endearing- wha- hey. Hey, no, you’re not allowed to hide. Let me see you-” A startled, fond laugh mingles in Wilbur’s words as Tommy wrenches his face from Wilbur’s gentle grasp and shoves it into his sweater, ears burning brightly. 

“Tommyyyy~” Wilbur coos, giggles blending into the fond murmur. “Stop hiding sweetheart, let me see your smile.”

“Get fucked.” Tommy’s flustered grumble rises into the air, laced with enjoyment and thinly veiled shyness. “Actually die. Bastard.”

Wilbur pouts, despite Tommy not being able to see it. “But Toms,” he says, - he does not whine, not at all - “This is my Tommy Time, T.T if you will, I had to wait weeks for this.”

“And you’ve got me, now shut up, you’re annoying.”

“You wound me brother.”

“Good. Perish.”

“Hey-”

Tommy takes a fistful of Wilbur’s jumper, burrowing impossibly closer into his chest and lets out a long breath, his smile unable to be hidden even if he tries. Wilbur's antics were amusing no matter how tired he was. “You’re such a dramatic piece of shit. Why are you like this?”

Wilbur scoffs, but it sounds unbearably fond. His hands are gently sliding underneath Tommy’s jaw to cup his face once more, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, temples, and brow and melting the boy into goo. Wilbur presses a kiss to the crown of Tommy’s hair, then gently knocks the bridge of nose into his forehead. With a voice like velvet, he answers Tommy's light-hearted jab. 

“I’ve missed you.” 

The admittance was easy. It was always easy. Though the reaction his soft words bring forth is an adorable surprise. Tommy’s fading flush returns, and he presses his head against Wilbur’s like a cat, having to lean up a fraction to achieve it.

“I’ve missed you too.” The words were just as genuine as his older brother’s, and Tommy meant it with all of his heart. Wilbur makes a content noise, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in the comfortable warmth of his surrogate sibling.

He huffs a soft laugh as a thought crosses his mind. “I’m glad you did. I was afraid Ash would replace me as a big brother while you were in New York.”

“Well, I never said that didn't happen- hEHEhehey!” Tommy is thrown into a fit of breathy giggles as Wilbur’s fingers slip under his jumper in an instant to skitter gently at his bare sides. 

Wilbur grins softly, tickling the boy with a feather-light touch that has him giggling up a storm. “Please, go on Tommy, don’t let me stop you. What were you saying?”

“Yohou're a pehetty bastard-” Tommy presses out, his hand in Wilbur’s jumper tightens as the sensations crawl over his sensitive midsection. "Aehehey-! Alrihight, alrihight! S-Stophit!" 

"Say I'm your older brother and Ash isn't," challenges Wilbur with a mischievous giggle. 

Tommy squirms the best he can in his limited space, weighed down by Wilbur's arms and his own tiredness. "Eheat shihit ahand dihie!" 

He only falls into louder giggles as Wilbur attacks his ribs gently, the touch similar to the feeling of a spider scuttling around. "Say it Tommy, or your ticklish belly is next~" he coos, nails gliding over the grooves and spaces between Tommy's ribs in an unguessable pattern. 

Tommy whines and kicks the arm of the couch as he tries to get a hold of his tumbling giggles, which as you can guess, was not going as planned. “I-Ihihihi- yohohou bihihitch- dohohon’t-”

“Come on, Tommy boy,” repeats Wilbur with a snicker, nimble fingers gently pinching and scritching along his tender ribs in a way that has Tommy writhing and giggling madly. “Come on~ I can do this all day, you know.”

“Wil- WihiHIHIlbuhuhuhur!” Tommy’s voice gave in to a squeal, his body contorting to hide his soft stomach which has now fallen victim to Wilbur’s wiggling nails as promised. His eyes squeeze shut and his laughter jumps higher in octaves as one of his most ticklish spots is being attacked. “Plehehease- Wihihihil ihihit’s sohoho bahahad!”

Wilbur giggles, though he does slow his fingers down to simply tracing around the sensitive skin, a small scratch appearing here or there to keep Tommy on his toes. The boy giggles, high pitched and mirthful, as the attack persists on his stomach. 

"Yohohou're suhuhuch aha dihick," he gasps, grinning up at Wilbur with wet lashes. 

Wilbur hums in agreement, priding himself on his gremlin nature. "I'm not hearing you admit it," he pesters for the hell of it, smirking down at the blonde. 

Tommy lightly smacks his arm, shoulders bouncing with his lingering giggling. "Y-Yohou're- yohou're mihiy fahavorite brother," Tommy gasps out, managing to stick a hand behind him to hold Wilbur's wrist, not pushing him away, just hanging on. "Ash ihis stihill my brohother though, I wohon't say he ihisn't." 

The gentle barrage ceases entirely, per the agreement. Tommy breaths out a grateful sigh, mirth on the edge of his voice as he playfully mutters, "Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill me one of these days with those attacks."

Wilbur didn't respond. 

Tommy lifted his head to look at Wilbur and his eyebrows shot up to his receding hairline. "..Will?" 

Wilbur was staring at Tommy with stars in his eyes, dewy tears clinging to the edges of his lashes. 

Tommy startled into sitting up on his elbows, worriedly taking in Wilbur's shell shocked expression. "Are you okay? What's wro-"

Tommy choked on his words when Wilbur yanked him into his chest once more, hugging him with such ferocity Tommy swore he felt his ribs creak in warning. 

"W-Wil, Wilbur-" 

Wilbur eases up on the tight hug and kisses Tommy's forehead instead, bringing him back under his chin and nuzzling into the soft hair almost as if he was afraid Tommy would disappear if he didn't hang on. "You're my favourite too," he murmurs, "I love you buddy. I love you so much." 

Tommy stares into Wilbur's jumper then burrows the best he can into the soft fabric, heart squeezing in affection. Silence cloaks the room for a while before Tommy's shaking voice breaks it. 

"Asshole."

Wilbur laughs loudly, throwing his head back in his mirth and hugging Tommy close, legs coming up to entangle with the boy's own. Tommy tries to hug him tighter than he already is in turn. 

"I love you too," he grumbles. "You're a prick for making me cry." 

"Almost making you cry," Wilbur corrects, smirking at Tommy who glares back, tear track free. 

"I'll cry at you in spite. Watch me." 

"Consider me terrified," Wilbur concedes lightly, patting Tommy's head. "My worst nightmare; Tommyinnit spite crying at me." 

"You'd better believe it, bitch." 

Wilbur snickers, prodding Tommy's side and getting a sharp yelp. "Settle child." 

"Says the dickhead who keeps poking me, you know my soft spot is my sides." 

"Older bother privileges. Deal with it." 

"Absolutely fucking not-"

Tommy quickly scribbles into Wilbur's upper ribs causing the man to screech loudly and scramble to sit up, wrenching away Tommy's hands the best he could. 

"Tohohommy!"

"Younger brother privileges bitch!" Tommy crows loudly, grinning widely as he takes Wilbur apart. This spot is known to him and a few select others, secretly kept as it breaks the man down faster than side poking. 

True to that statement, Wilbur was in fits of breathy cackles, trying to squirm away while Tommy was entangled with him. 

"StoHOhoop- Tohohommy plehehease-" 

"Nope! Revenge!" 

"Ihihi'll- I'll shohow yohou revehehenge yohou gahangly fuhucker-" 

"Oh, like hell you will." Tommy's fingers dive into Wilbur's hips, squeezing mercilessly and delighting in the scream Wilbur lets out. 

"FUHUCK TOHOM!" 

"Yeah, bitch! Laugh it up!" 

Wilbur's shrieks of laughter bounce through the house, brought on by his little brother intent on revenge. No doubt Tommy would get a taste of his own medicine as soon as Wilbur could find an escape route. Getting away scot free for this kind of treason? Yeah right, not under Wilbur's roof. 

In their defence, they'd missed one another, and they needed to make up for lost time of driving each other mad. 

He’d come to the UK to visit his internet family and friends, and was living at Phil's because the man refused to let him stay in a motel.

"Why waste money when you can just reinforce the family dynamic? Besides, Kristen would kill me if you didn't stay here, she's been looking forward to meeting you."

His words warmed Techno inside and out, Phil cooing at his glowing flush over discord as he tried to reply coherently. It was useless. He'd given in, only because Kristen was terrifying when she wanted to be. Phil was probably half joking about dying to her hand.

Besides he'd been wanting to bully Phil alongside his wife for ages now. Who was he to pass up the opportunity?

Now though, he truly wished he'd picked the motel. Wilbur and Tommy had come to stay at Phil's too, both incredibly eager to meet their fellow brother at last.

Tommy had latched onto him like a koala after Techno reassured him he didn't mind the contact. Wilbur, after getting his fair share of 'Techno Hugs', then settled on seeing how far he could push Techno's patience.

The American was kicked back on the couch, Tommy still coiled around him like a loving snake. Phil was on another chair with Kristen beside him, watching as Wilbur practically jumped up and down as he ranted about games he could best Techno in.

"Just Dance! Come on, no way you could be good at that!"

"I hold the best record in my household Wil, no one's ever beaten me and you won't be the first."

"He's right mate, he sent me photos of his high score, don't even try it" Phil called from beside Kristen.

Wilbur huffed but trusted Phil's word so he looked back to Techno with a calculating gaze. "Wii Sports, you and me, tennis, baseball, golf?"

Techno yawned obnoxiously, making Tommy giggle as he rose and fell with Techno's chest. "My entire childhood Wilbur, I'm more experienced than you by a long shot, I was a recluse for years, what do you think I did in that time?"

Wilbur grumbled, taking his word for it as he scrambled for other ideas. "Uh, Mario Kart! I could totally kick your ass at Mario Kart! Phil has actual steering wheels for it!"

"I'm the champion at racing games Wil, I bet Minecraft with a steering wheel, get on my level" Techno drawled, giving Tommy a fist bump when the boy raised his fist with a grin.

Wilbur growled much to their amusement, pacing a bit as he tried to come up with something he could win against the American. Techno allowed his gaze to drop down to Tommy who was leaning more and more heavily into his side.

"Getting tired Toms?" He muttered quietly, his voice going softer instinctively. Growing up with siblings taught you some things.

Tommy hummed, eyelashes fluttering a little in sleepy blinks. "I can move if you want…?"

Techno gently scratched at Tommy's scalp, smiling when the teenager practically melted into his side. "Nah, you're okay-"

"I bet I could beat you in an actual fight!"

That caught Techno's attention. He flicked his gaze up and raised a brow at Wilbur who was standing steady in front of him. "Really?" He asked.

Wilbur nodded. "Undoubtedly."

Techno levelled Wilbur with a deadpan look, then dropped his eyes down to Tommy who was watching tiredly. “Tommy.”

The blonde blinked a little at the American, giving a hum of question.

“Mind sitting up for me please? Your big brother has to go deal with this nerd.”

Tommy giggled and eased himself off of his friend's side, Techno ruffling his hair in passing as he stood up from the couch. Wilbur immediately broke into a grin at Techno's compliance, lifting his fists into a fighting position.

“Ohhhhh, let’s go pig man!” He cheered, “show me what your gamer-man arms can do!”

Techno smirked and cracked his knuckles, making a show of shaking his hands out and rearing up to fight. “You really wanna go Soot? Think you could handle this guy?”

Wilbur jumped from side to side, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. “Hell yeah, come at me, come face the Wilbur!”

“Oh god, not the Wilbur!” Techno gasped in mock horror, stumbling back a bit to add to the act. If anything, it only egged Wilbur on more.

“Yeah! The Wilbur! You’re gonna get it now!”

Phil sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperated fondness while Kristen cheered from beside him. “Get his ass Techno!”

Wilbur gaped at Kristen, a mock offended look on his face as he briefly lowered his arms. “What the heck Mumza?! I thought you were on my side?!”

Looking away was his worst mistake. Techno took the opportunity to lunge for Wilbur, wrapping his arms around his waist and taking them both to the floor. A shriek left Wilbur’s mouth as he hit the ground, squabbling with Techno with yelps of protest as he smacked at Techno’s hands that were trying to pin him down.

“Yeahhh! Get em Tech!”

“Please don’t break anything!”

“Come on Techno! Take him down!”

Techno grinned at the yells behind him, managing to nab one of Wilbur’s flailing wrists and force it to the floor. The brunette screeched, his other hand coming up to push at Techno’s face, laughter started to tumble out of him.

“Yohou dihick! Lehemme uhup!”

“Stay dohown, crihime boy!” Techno’s deep chuckles followed Wilbur’s, his laughter was incredibly infectious.

“Mahahake mehe!” Wilbur playfully growled back, pressing his hand firmer against Techno’s cheek to force his head up more.

Techno’s spare hand went to shove at Wilbur's shoulder, but due to his blindness with the man forcing his head away, he missed the mark and his fingers grazed Wilbur’s armpit. Wilbur squealed, ripping his hand down and curling away from Techno. The room was deathly silent for a long while. Enough time passed for Wilbur to hesitantly lift his head from where he’d pressed it to the floor. He wished he hadn't looked.

Techno was grinning at him with half lidded eyes, a calculating look in the brown irises. Wilbur subconsciously curled his shoulders in with an anticipating smile, nerves in his eyes. “W-What? What is it?”

“Hmm, n’thing” Techno hummed, “just noticed a little something interesting about my younger brother is all.”

“B-By three minutes-”

“Yes yes, only by three minutes” Techno snickered then proceeded to use a finger to drag down Wilbur’s pinned arm.

Wilbur gasped and shoved Techno’s hand away, a squeak leaving his lips. “T-Tehech- Techno no” he tried to growl, but it was more of a high pitched yelp. Techno chuckled again, snatching up Wilbur's free hand and pinning it alongside his other one. “Oh now this is very interesting. Phil? Toms? Kristen? Did you know about this?”

Phil chuckled from the couch. “Yeah, his knees are the worst, his hips as well.”

Wilbur gave a choked sound, staring at the man in horror. “Phil!”

“Although if you use your nails on his neck he gets really, really giggly” Kristen added.

“Kristen what-?!”

“Oh, oh, and also if you claw at his ribs or stomach he’ll squeal” Tommy perked up from the couch.

The brunette was flushed pink, a rush of stuttering words tumbling from his lips. “What- no no- Tech don’t listen to them-”

Techno grinned, "nah, I think I will."

He brought a hand down to gently skitter his nails underneath Wilbur's jaw, eyes lighting up when the man immediately clamped his eyes shut and pursed his lips, a wide smile breaking out across his face.

"Come on Wil" he coaxed, "lemme hear your laughter~"

Wilbur stubbornly shook his head, cracking an eye open to glare at the man.

“Oh? Trying to hold it in aye?” Techno hummed, grinning at Wilbur who was fighting for his life to keep it together. "I grew up with siblings Wil, I could do this aaaall day~"

His nails brushed over Wilbur's collarbone, grinning at the squeak that was produced though the man tried to muffle it.

"I wonder how long you could handle this for" Techno thought out loud, making sure to keep his touch featherlight to keep Wilbur on edge. "Such one finger hmm? Let's start with that."

He slowly dragged his index finger along Wilbur's exposed arm, slow and steady but unbearable. Wilbur was squirming against the soft sensation, but still keeping his mouth shut.

"No? You can handle one? Alright then, two it is~"

To Wilbur's horror, Techno brought his hand back up and used both his index and middle fingers to drag down his arm again, occasionally wiggling them the barest margin.

"Tktktktktktktk~" Techno whispered into Wilbur's ear, adding a third finger without warning and repeating his process. "Oohh, I see your smile getting bigger, I think he's gonna breeaaak~"

Wilbur then burst into high pitched giggles, his laughter strangely like a hyenas as he tried to push his red face into his arm. "T-Tehehech!"

"And he's gone ladies and gentlemen!" Phil called like an announcer from the couch, gaining laughter from Tommy and Kristen and a fond eye roll from Techno.

"Alright then Sooty" the American turned all his attention onto the man before him. "Let's really get you laughing hmm?"

With that, he used Tommy's advice and began to claw at Wilbur's ribs. The man was thrown into bouts of laughter, loud cackles that were bouncy and happy. Though he shook his head and protested through his mirth, his eyes were shining with genuine joy. Whether it be from messing around with Techno for the first time in real life or from the tickling, Techno didn't know. He wasn't sure which one was more endearing.

Wilbur managed to yank an arm out but all it did was flop uselessly on the ground, Wilbur too caught up in his laughter to realise he'd freed one of his limbs. Techno snorted, scribbling over Wilbur's stomach quickly.

"Never knew you could laugh like this Will, kinda cute honestly~"

"Fuhuck- fuhuck ohohohoff!" Wilbur whined, kicking his heels into the ground as he giggled.

Techno grinned, taking his hands from Wilbur’s stomach and turned to Phil. “Hey old man, anywhere else I should try?” he started to ask when sudden rapid squeezing to his right side made him jolt away with a yelp. “AHAHahaye! Whahat-?”

Wilbur managed to snag the opportunity and locked his legs around Techno, forcing him to roll over onto his back. Wilbur shot up, pinning Techno down as he panted breathlessly from his laughter but his grin was smug. "Mihiy tuhurn bitch!"

He immediately started scribbling at Techno's lower back and side ruthlessly, not leaving a single ticklish stone unturned. The American broke into high laughter much to the surprise of the other occupants in the room, his bubbly giggles squeaking and hiccuping as he tried to push out protests.

“W-WAhahahit! WihihIHIHIHIL OHOHohoh gohohods-! H-Hahahahang ohohon!” He gasped, attempting to roll onto his back but Wilbur kept him down, starting to scratch at Techno’s sensitive flank.

Techno shrieked at the sudden change of tactics, squirming against the sensations desperately as he laughed. “WIHIHIHIL!”

“Told you I could win Tech! I told you! Never challenge the Wilbur!” Wilbur crowed, skittering his nails against the soft skin and cackling when Techno bucked with a squeal.

“WIHIHIHILL! NOhohohoho plehehEHEHAHAHAHA-” His words were lost in his laughter that he desperately tried to push down so he could fight back. It was useless however, because Wilbur dropped his head and blew a raspberry onto where his back met his sides.

Techno dropped like a sack of bricks, pushing his face into his arms to try and muffle the uncharacteristic cackles spilling free.

“Awwwww!” Phil fawned from the couch, quickly followed by Kristen’s adoring coos beside him. It made Techno’s ears burn red and smile widen.

“Oh my god! He’s blushing guys! He’s blushing, oh my god!” Wilbur gasped happily, slipping his fingers in the exposed space between Techno and the floor to skitter across his belly.

A yelp left Techno’s lips as he tried flattening himself to the floor in an attempt to block the man’s fingers, but it only pressed them into his stomach more. Wilbur giggled to himself when the American squealed and tried to smack away his arm.

“Something wrong Techie? You’re quite giggly there~” Wilbur hummed, pinching up and down Techno’s ribs, occasionally kneading in the spaces between the bones.

“Wilbur try his shoulder blades” Tommy spoke sleepily from the couch, lying on his side and watching with a grin.

Techno gave an indignant squawk that dissolved into a squeaky hiccup as Wilbur followed Tommy’s advice and scratched at the bones.

Wilbur grinned at the reaction, lifting his eyes to the blonde. “Good call Toms!”

Tommy smirked. “It works on you, figured it would be the same for your twin.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Phil cackled, leaning back and sharing a grin with Kristen. “Wilbur, you’re gonna kill Techno at this rate.”

“Nahhhh, he’ll be fine” Wilbur shrugged, dropping his head again to blow a mini raspberry into Techno’s shoulder blades and grinning when Techno frantically smacked the ground in fits of laughter.

Phil snickered fondly, lifting a brow. “You sure? Dunno how we’re gonna explain to his parents you accidentally murdered their son.”

Wilbur paused for a moment, screwing up his nose in thought. It allowed Techno to gain his breath and melt into the floor. He was a mess. His hair was mussed up from frantically shaking his head, his blush had taken over his whole face, and he had a smile so big it made his eyes squint.

“That’s a fair point” Wilbur hummed eventually, getting off at the American and sitting back on his hands with a mischievous giggle.

“You good Tech?” Kristen asked with an amused laugh.

The man let a breath that shook with leftover giggles. “Yehehah….yehehah I’m good” Techno grumbled, sitting up from the floor to glare at Wilbur who was smirking at him.

“Admit it Techno” he grinned, “admit that I won.”

Techno raised a brow at him, half tempted to stuff the brunette into a headlock and give him an aggressive noogie. On the other hand however...the three other occupants of the room did give him some helpful insight to Wilbur’s sensitivity.

“...Wilbur,” Techno spoke dangerously, glaring at his ‘twin’ playfully, “I refuse to admit defeat so early.”

He lunged at Wilbur without warning, taking amusement from the high pitched yell from the brunette as the man’s weight took him down to the floor again. He immediately struggled to fight back, knowing the second he let Techno get the upper hand, he was screwed.

Techno however, didn’t mind playing dirty.

He latched onto Wilbur’s hip and squeezed quickly, smirking when the brunette immediately fell back with a screech. Techno then quickly pinned his legs by sitting on them and squeezed at his knees with no mercy.

Wilbur, known to be very classy and elegant in his day to day life, honest to god arched off the floor with a scream. He was a frantic mess of babbling words and hysteric laughter. He attempted to sit up on an arm to fight back but his laughter had weakened his movements considerably. He’d never been able to handle his knees being tickled.

“TEHEHEHECH! TEHEHECHNOHOHOHO!” Wilbur shrieked, feebly smacking at Techno’s shoulders in the midst of his cackles.

The American grinned, wide and playful. "Admit it!" he challenged loudly.

"NEHEHEVER!"

Techno dropped a hand underneath one of Wilbur's knees to scribble against the sensitive skin, chuckling when Wilbur kicked frantically but couldn't move his hands.

"TEHEHEHECH!" Wilbur held his stomach as he pounded a fist into the floor, his flush practically glowing.

Techno only laughed. "Admit defeat Soot!"

Wilbur shook his head desperately, trying to withstand the fireworks of sensation tingling all across his knees but it was all he could focus on. Techno then leaned his weight away so he could lift up Wilbur's leg, raking his nails up and down the underside in an endless pattern. Wilbur had tears pricking his eyes before he finally cracked.

"YOHOHOU WIHIHIN! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN TEHEHECH!"

Techno cackled, thankfully easing up on the tickling and dropping Wilbur’s leg, looking over his shoulder at Wilbur who was flushed bright red with a wide grin splitting his face. He wheezed out a laugh, smacking Techno’s shoulder once more before collapsing onto his back in fits of giggles.

“Soooo, what was that you said Wil? You could beat me in a fight? Isn't that what you told me?”

Wilbur smacked him on the back weakly, a giggly whine pulling from his throat. “Yohou’re soho mehehean!”