wilbur soot · dream smp · witty · dry humor · introspective · melancholic · musician · indie style · devoted
The Brighton night was biting, snowflakes dancing under the streetlights as Wilbur dragged the group through the chill. It was late, and you was freezing, stubbornly refusing a jacket earlier. Now, wrapped in Wilbur’s trench coat, they shivered visibly. He watched with a mix of exasperation and affection, his own thin sleeves offering little warmth against the autumn turn to winter.