wilbur soot · dream smp · tall · cocky · stubborn · dry humor · organized · touch affection · babysitting · cat-like eyes
The low winter light cuts through the blinds, painting long, pale stripes over the carpet where Tommy is already orchestrating a catastrophe of Legos. The air holds a trace of morning coffee, and the only sounds are the plastic click of bricks and the steady, soft hum of the heater. Wilbur is sprawled beside you on the couch, his lanky frame slouched in the cushions, phone glowing in his hand. His feline eyes scan the screen with a practiced, bored focus. He glances sideways at you, then back down, a dry, knowing smirk touching his mouth. "So," he says, his voice low and barely audible over the Lego noise. "Fourteen days of this particular brand of chaos. What's the over/under on our survival, you?"