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Wilbur had a cigarette tucked between his teeth as he helped Tommy set up his drums. Finally, Tubbo was freed from the shackles of the instrument in his room. The teenager was kinda sad to see it go but it gave him room to set up a station for his tattoos and shit– Ranboo had finally given Tubbo permission to do his (it was only going to be a small wrist one).

Nevertheless, the blonde couldn't deny that it looked awesome in a proper setting and would look even better on stage.

Everyone had been welcoming to the boy, Phil knocking Wil on the head when he first began to smoke in the house in front of Tommy. He only laughed and said it was fine and that he smoked all the time at his friends– mainly Tubbo's– and it was left to rest.

"Want a drink?" Techno offered as he entered the garage. Yes. They practised in a garage but, to be fair, it was set up to look like an actual room and Phil and his fiancée– yes. This man had a fucking fiancée– parked outside. "Beer?"

"I'll take one," Wil said as he dumped his cigarette butt into the dish that sat off to the side. The pinkette nodded, turning to Tommy who just nodded at him.

He had to admit. It was weird being around adults who treated him like a normal kid. Sure, Tubbo's family and Ranboo's siblings did that but it was different when he was best friends with those two. These three guys had no reason to treat him with respect, yet, they do.

Phil was nice enough to let Tommy into his home with nothing other than a warm smile and greeting. Kristin offered him some brownies fresh out of the oven– his mother never baked so he quickly swooped one. Techno tried his best to seem warm and welcoming– he was a nice guy that just struggled with physical emotions. And Wilbur had driven with Tommy to pick up his kit without a complaint and got to know him on the short ten-minute trip.

It was nice.

Techno returned with Phil behind him just as Tommy plugged in the final conductor. He took a seat on his stool, picked up his sticks and began to beat out a tune at a rapid pace he knew all too well. He hit each drum and cymbal just to double-check they were all working and used the pedal to hit the kick drum. He smiled to himself, gathering his sticks in one hand and taking the alcohol from his fellow band member with the other and taking a swig.

The alcohol burned against his throat but after the night he had had, it was very welcomed. If one of these dudes offered him a ciggie or weed, he was going to motherfucking take it.

"Sound's killer, mate" Phil smiled as he made his way over to his bass and picked it up off the stand with ease. It was in pristine condition apart from a few drawings strewn across it. It was a dark grey with three diamonds (two technically had it was one full and two halves) at the bottom of it. "Can't wait to see how we sound once you learn the basics of our songs"

"Done, big man." Everyone turned to the teenager. The blood rushed to his face as he ducked his head down, suddenly becoming very embarrassed. "I- I kinda already... learnt them all when my friends and I first attended your gigs. I'd sit with a piece of paper and... learn the rhythm and would write it... down..."

"Awwwwe! Tommyyyyy!" Wilbur cooed, walking closer to the boy. "That's so adorable!"

"Shut the fuck up, it is not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Fuck you!"

"Boys" Phil interrupted. Techno was already holding his electric guitar– it was a pink one with a pig face, and a golden crown above the weird beady eyes. The older blonde cleared his throat, Wilbur taking the hint and trending over to the microphone. Of course, he didn't go silently and stuck his tongue out at the teen and earned himself a slap up the held by the older man.

Tommy let out a loud giggle behind the pair, burying his face into one of his hands in an attempt to muffle it. Unbeknownst to him, Wilbur was finding himself smiling at the boy.

Wilbur hated kids. He made that perfectly clear to everyone he met and was very reluctant to let Tommy in. Now, he had to admit that it was one of the best decisions that the group had made. The gremlin had wriggled his way into the lead singer's heart and he had only known him for less than two hours.

"Keep yourself alive?" Techno asked, a curious tone to his voice. His glasses weren't on his face anymore but on the boxes on the side.

"On it" Wilbur replied.

Techno didn't hesitate to start bringing in his rift, Tommy following with his cymbals before falling onto his drums and Phil with his bass. Wilbur opened his mouth and allowed the words to fall.

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