【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(20)

“What?” Wilbur finally asked. “Do I have something on my face?”
“Yes. Defeat.”
Wilbur resisted the urge to stick his tongue out, like Tommy undoubtedly would have done. “You are a very rude guest.”
“You are a very weak prince.”
“I don’t see what my physical prowess—”
“Or lack thereof,” Technoblade inserted.
“—has to do with you being such a pissy bastard,” Wilbur finished hotly.
“Wilbur!” Father said, swiveling to face his oldest son. “Cursing? In front of your baby brother? I taught you better manners than that.”

“I am not a baby,” Tommy protested. “And what does piss—”
“I think that’s my cue to go,” Technoblade interrupted suddenly, rising from his seat.
“To where?” Father asked.
“None of your business, actually,” Technoblade replied, not flippantly or arrogantly, just stating a fact.
Father’s grip tightened infinitesimally on his spoon. “I think it is my business, if you’re living in my castle.”
Technoblade shrugged. “Try and stop me, then.”