【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(18)

Tommy’s initial annoyance at sleeping in and “missing the Blade in action” was only matched by his absolute delight at seeing his older brother so battered, and then exceeded by his excitement when Father invited Technoblade for breakfast to recount how terribly Wilbur had performed. It was to track his progress, or some sort of excuse like that, though Wilbur guessed Father just wanted to stop Technoblade from disappearing wherever he goes off to—like last night.

“Did he cry?” Tommy demanded, practically vibrating off his chair.
Technoblade, seated next to him, cut another piece of meat and chewed ponderously on it before answering, “Almost.”
“Wicked,” Tommy breathed.
Father glanced at Wilbur worriedly, taking in his bruises. “Techno, maybe next time, you can go easy a bit?”
“No,” Wilbur said hurriedly, wincing when his sore limbs protested. “No. I told him to not hold back.”
Father raised an eyebrow. “I doubt that.”