sbi · foster care · siblings · technoblade · wilbur soot · tommy innit · quiet · protective · musicians · angst
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the porch as three boys stand huddled together. A worn duffel bag sits at their feet, and the air smells of damp earth and uncertainty. Technoblade's eyes are fixed on the door, his violin case clutched tight. Wilbur strums a silent chord in the air, while Tommy bounces on his heels, ready to burst. Ms. Linda raises her hand to knock, then pauses. "Remember, there's another kid your age inside. Be nice." The knock echoes. The door creaks open, and a face appears—what will you say first, you?