He quickly brushes his teeth. Stumbling around the house to get ready for work. Ever since he moved in with Purpled he has has access to a lot more things that people do before work like brushing their teeth and hair, taking a bath, and other things.
Some people would ask. Don't you work the night shift? His answer would be yes, yes he does. But he continues to sleep in all day.It's most likely his body trying to recover years of poor sleep.
He grabs his bag running out the door. Purpled is sitting in their car waiting for him. He throws the door open hopping in.
"You have all day to prepare for work yet you still wait to last minute to get ready." Purpled questions with a smirk.
"Hey, I was asleep!" He yells, closing the door to the car, starting to put on his seat belt.
"You have been asleep all day?" Purpled asks confused.
"Yes, yes I was." He answers.
Purpled just starts the car and starts driving.
He feels accomplished at making Purpled confused.
He picks up his phone deciding to look at social media. A lot of people are still talking about him.
Theres still syndicate stans wanting him to partner up with Blade since Blade gets power from the voices like he does and the blood would still be able to be used by him.
Theres others that are trying to figure out if Galaxy going in the direction he was in was a coincidence or not.
The weirder side of social media already have fan groups for him. He knew it was coming since he had them back when he was a healer, but these came way to quickly.
It's honestly kind of creepy.
"Some weirdo's have already made fan groups over me." He complains, rolling his eyes.
"Humans are weird and some are weirder." Purpled huffs.
"What you going to do after you drop me off?" He asks to keep the silence at bay.
"I got a job then after that I'll do some vigilante things." Purpled answers like they didn't just say something that very much can mean they are going to kill some one tonight.
"Well good luck with all the people asking if I have some kind of connection to you." He jokes.
"Some people already have over the phone." Purpled comments.
The car stops in front of the cafe.
"Bye!" He waves, getting out of the car.
He rushes into the cafe and takes his apron out of his bag.
"You have been way more energetic these days. What are you on?" The barista asks.
"Sleep and a health life style." He answers, tying his apron.
"Get yourself a sugar daddy or something? I see some higher class dude dropping you off lately." The barista jokes.
"Ew no, we come from the same orphanage and he has been letting me live with him. I think of him more like a brother." He explains, waving the barista off.
"Well it's better for me because it means I can leave sooner." The barista cheers, leaving.
He grabs the napkins and spray. He starts his routine of cleaning the cafe
It's calming as always though it does give him unnecessary time to think.
He wants to see Wilbur and Techno again. He hasn't seen them since he got his wings. It's quite annoying to be honest.
It isn't uncommon for them to not be here for a few days time, but he's growing inpatient. It's like the fourth day!
The bird really wants to meet them and see if they would be good flock. He hates that fact, but he can't help but want to see.Expressly how the birds going to handle Ghostbur, Revivbur, and Wilbur.
His wings flutter from under the binder. The binder really hurts. It's like raising one of his legs to head and keeping it there.
He wants to take his wings out but there's a chance Angel will come or worse, a hybrid hunter.
Hybrid hunters look for rare hybrids or hybrids that body parts go for a lot on the black market. Unsurprisingly song birds go for a lot on the black market, dead or alive.
Alive song birds go for a lot for their singing voices and loving nature. It's instinctual to be of service to their flock. It's easy to use drugs to get a songbird to imprint.
Dead songbirds go for a lot for their wings and feather. Their wings are commonly used for decoration in rich peoples homes. Their feather are used for jewelry because of their beautiful colors and being bigger than normal animal songbird feathers.
Usally hybrid hunters are trained to nock out hybrids fast so that don't damage the "product".
The most disturbing part is they keep hybrids that can be sold alive just burly alive till they get a customer than they kill the hybrid of their wanted dead.
Other times people will buy hybrids based on looks. Do they have scars? What's their build? Does their body match their hybrid features? What's their hair color? And a lot of other things. Some worse than others.
Of coarse this is considered human trafficking but it's harder to stop since the hybrids are forced to imprint and that is something that can't be broken by detox.
Suprisingly a lot of the underground doesn't like the practice much but that's because Jester puts shame on the practice because the villains fiancé almost got sold off, luckily the hunter didn't accommodate for keeping a blaze hybrid.
He hears the door open. He blinks away his thoughts looking at who entered. To his delight it was Wilbur and Techno.
Hey Wilbur, Techno! He chimes.
"Your more energetic than normal." Techno comments.
"Yup, I've been sleeping better and developing more healthy habits!" He explains with a smile that lights up the room.
He can see the fond looks in Techno and Wilbur's eyes.
Flock? No, he's not making them flock. They are friends. He doubts they would like being flock. Flock is something to cling to and rely on. It's not something that a friend is. Flock is family.
It's not for someone that he can lose and keep living happily. It would hurt but he can continue living happily without them.
"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy!" He hears Wilbur calling.
He shakes his head.
"Yah big man?" He asks.
You good? You weren't responding to ether of use. Wilbur asks concern lacing their voice.
"Yah I'm fine just remembered something. He lies trying to change the conversation. So anyways anything interesting happen?"
He turns around starting off their drinks.
He already knows what their going to ask for.
"Well there was this cool new vigilante that fought both CG5 and Sparkle and left after only one attack and roasting the hell out of them both. The coolest thing about it is they pretty much beat both of them and walked away without even looking to see their finished work." Wilbur spouts like a conspicuous.
The person has a very powerful ability. He has the power of a pro but it seemed like they didn't even fully know how to use it by how they didn't say anything as the spikes started to fly as if they weren't expecting it to happen." Techno says like it was something anyone could realize and put together.
"It's the first I have have ever seen the them so there's a chance they aren't a vigilant at all." He admits.
"Yah but how did the cafe get repaired so fast?" Wilbur questions.
"TimeKeeper likes to come to the cafe in his civilian identity so they rewinded the cafe." He lies easily.
The real reason is that TimeKeeper did it so they wouldn't be indebted to him anymore.
"TimeKeeper seems like the person to like the kind of person to like this place." Wilbur agrees.
"It's old fashioned and new fashioned at the same time so I see why they would like it." Techno comments.
I mean Galaxy has came to the cafe and got a expresso once. He comments, not really lying since Galaxy has gotten a expresso but it was in their civilization identity.
"Galaxy!" Wilbur exclaims like the theater kid they are.
"Yah, real chill guy. Gave me less of a problem than you do." He bickers.
Wilbur let's out a dramatic gasp.
"How dare you!" Wilbur bellows.
"How dare I! I am the one that gives you your entertainment!" He acts along.
He grabs Wilbur's coffee placing it on the counter. He realizes he is getting a amazed look from Wilbur and a impressed look from Techno.
"Tommy how the heck did you manage to look back in a way that made your face become covered in a shadow like that?" Wilbur gooks.
"What are you talking about?" He asks confused about what Wilbur's talking about.
"Tommy please tell me how!" Wilbur begs.
Oh Wilbur things he's messing with them.
"Wilbur I actually don't know what your talking about." He says, plopping Techno's drink onto the counter.
"Heh, Wilbur won't be able to use that to be a theater kid." Techno laughs.
"Theres a better chance I get married so he has something going for him." He jokes knowing it is highly unlikely.
"So if you get married I will be able to do the shadow thing?" Wilbur asks.
"No that means Fate wanted to say fuck you without saying it to you face to face." He says, turning the counter to get closer to the twins.
"You believe in exdedlism?" Techno asks.
"Yah, I don't pray to them unless it's for something very important though. I don't have a patron and wouldn't want to be a fly buzzing in their ears. He explains, looking at Techno. You believe in exdedlism?"
"I have to patrons. The blood god and Darkness." Techno answers.
"I question why Techno still prays to Darkness when they haven't responded to a prayer in a decade soon to be two." Wilbur complains.
"You don't leave your patron for something for something like that! A patron is a god you pray to for the rest of your life!" Techno and him scold Wilbur in sink.
"Ok I get it. I don't need my twin twining out with someone else." Wilbur huffs.
"If you were to to leave your patron you would be cursed." He explains.
"Not even I knew that one." Techno huffs.
"I learned about it because the creator of L'manburg worshiped Darkness and Chaos but stopped worshiping Chaos and in return got cursed with insanity." He explains.
"What's with good people worshiping evil gods?" Wilbur questions yelling.
"Most people worshiped these gods in the old days so they could gain power and for the patron to not taint their fate. It's just people started seeing these gods as evil since they brought bad and thought if they stopped praying these things would stop." He explains seeing the sparks of interest in Wilbur's eyes.
"But that doesn't mean all that worshiped these dark gods had good intentions. Some wanted the gods to bless them with the power to indulge themselves in their patrons domain. He explains. Blade is a example of both, he loves lathering himself in his patrons domain but use it for good."
"I never knew you were a scholar." Techno comments.
"I'm not a scholar I'm just raised by very religious people." He huffs.
"I really need to pick up a history text book don't I?" Wilbur cry's.
You won't find this stuff in a history text book. Most of the knowledge about these gods are lost to time or held by people and organizations that won't let you read them. But I do know that can most likely grab you one, but they have a price." He watches as he catches both peoples eyes, but with a more stern look than before.
"Who might this connection be?" Wilbur asks voice sugary sweet.
"Wilbur I can see your from at lest upper south so it would be better to not tell." He states, leaning on the counter.
"How did this go for gods and patrons to underground deal so fast?" The voices laugh.
Techno seems conflicted on who to side with.
"Come on Tommy don't be like that." Wilbur says, cupping his cheek closing off any way for him to escape.
The touch is warm like the sun and he practically melts into it. It's been a while since he touched human skin. It's not like Purpleds that can very from the chill of autumn to the warmth of spring.
It's like the heat of summer. Warm, inviting, and, addictive.
"Fuck off Wilbur. I'm not telling." He states, drawing his back farther into the counter.
He should have known better than to corner himself.
"You aren't slapping his hand away meaning your weak to the affection." The voices slyly comment.
Wilbur seems to notice this as well as they move their thumb up and down his cheek.
His wings twitch at the affection.
Floooooccccccckkkkkk. Noooooooo.
He shuts down the idea. It's manipulation that Wilbur is pulling right now. He need not get attached to it.
"You want the book or not?" He barks trying to get out of the situation.
"Fine." Wilbur relents but does not move.
"You relented aren't you going to let me go now?" He barks.
"I could, but I'm not going to do so." Wilbur smirks, dragging him to one of the benches.
Sitting him down they slide in by him.
"You act so different now. So much more fun." Wilbur says voice possessive.
He moves to the wall using his leg to keep a border between Wilbur and him. He should of known Wilbur had something weird up with them.
"Wilbur I swear I'll call my fucking brother!" He swears voice shaking.
"You have a brother." Wilbur questions.