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Wilbur was busy, as usual. He was a new king, having only just started his reign in the past few months. At the moment he was writing a new boring order about markets. That’s why he was so annoyed when Tommy burst in, yelling something about women, as usual. “WILBUR I AM IN NEED OF A WIFE, AND PHIL WON’T HELP ME!” Tommy shouted, skidding to a halt in front of Wilbur’s desk.
Wilbur sighed and put his pen down. “Tommy, as much as I would love to bother the great Mr. Minecraft himself, I’m a bit busy. You’re too young for a wife anyways. I don’t even have a wife yet.” Tommy sat in a chair and crossed his arms. “Becoming a king has made you so boring Wilby! This same time last year you would have gone and told Phil wives don’t exist with me.”
Wilbur sighed again, looking away. “Tommy, you knew this would happen. Becoming a king has responsibilities, especially being such a new one. I need to establish what kind of king I’ll be, and I want to be a good one. Run along. I’ll hang out with you after dinner, alright?” Tommy got up and rubbed his arm. “I guess so. I’ll probably leave tomorrow to visit Schlatt and Tubbo. I’ll get out of your hair.” Wilbur nodded distractedly, already having picked up his pen and got back to work.
Tommy shuffled down the hallway, feeling neglected. Wilbur barely had time to hang out with him anymore! The last time he hung out had been over a month ago, and all they did was eat dinner! What was the point of going all the way to Wilbur's new kingdom if he wasn’t even hanging out?
Tommy was pulled out of his thoughts when he ran into someone. “Fuck! I’m so sorry, I really should pay more attention-” he stopped talking when he looked up. Dream stood there, looking as composed as ever. Tommy hated how he could never tell what he was feeling past that stupid mask. At least his eyes are exposed. Makes him a little easier to read.
Dream gripped his shoulder hard, eyes narrowing in annoyance. “Wasn’t it you thinking too hard that got us into this mess? You need to stay out of your head, it’s not like it’s doing you any good anyways.” Tommy looked down and nodded. Dream’s usually right about stuff like this.
Dreams' grip softened, and when Tommy looked up his eyes had gone back to their usual neutral. “It’s fine Tommy. Where were you heading before you stepped on my foot?” Tommy looked down again. “I was going to pack up my stuff since I’m heading to Schlatt’s tomorrow. Going to hang out with The Tubbster since Wilbur's a bit busy, y’know?”
Tommy couldn't tell what expression Dream was making with his mouth covered, but when he spoke it was with certainty. “Tommy, I have some business to take care of with King Schlatt, I’ve decided I’ll come with you.”
He turned to walk away, but stopped. He seemed to contemplate something for a moment before saying “I’m not really surprised Wilbur didn’t want to hang out with you. He’s a king now, it makes sense he doesn’t want to be seen with an immature prince like you.” With that, Dream left to talk to Wilbur leaving Tommy feeling guilty.