【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(3)

Technoblade had taken one look at Wilbur, nodded, and then said, “We’ll start at dawn,” before leaving them.
Wilbur had stared after him, perplexed. “What…?”
Father had struggled to keep a smile off his face. “That’s Techno for you.”
Now they were sitting in the dining hall, each to their own thoughts—except Tommy, whose thoughts must always come out of his mouth, regardless of who was or wasn’t listening.
“—and Wilbur tripped me but I got up very quickly, you saw that didn’t you, Dad? Dad? Didn’t you?”