【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(25)
Technoblade arched an eyebrow at him, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Little prince, you are years away yet from needing to learn anything. Your brother’s training so you don’t have to. Understood?”
Tommy pouted, but nodded. Wilbur stared at him, feeling as if he’d just witnessed the taming of a wild beast. He glanced at Technoblade, who had walked over to one corner of the pavilion to stretch.
“How’d you get Tommy to not kick and scream like he does when he doesn’t get what he wants from me?” Wilbur called out.
“I don’t kick and scream,” Tommy huffed. “I let out a manly whine.”
“It’s probably because he respects me and not you,” Technoblade replied curtly.
Wilbur whirled on his brother. “Is that true?” he demanded, with faux hurt.
Tommy shrugged. “I’d respect you more if you weren’t reading all the time.”
“I’m not reading now,” Wilbur said, at the same time Technoblade called, “I know how to read, too, just to put it out there.”
Afterwards, they would eat breakfast together. Sometimes, it would just be Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy, going over the practice session—Technoblade, with his dry corrections and Tommy with his enthusiastic, albeit often inaccurate, input. But often Father would join them, and Wilbur would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit validated whenever Technoblade praised—or as close as the man could get to praise—his improvements in front of his father.
Tommy pouted, but nodded. Wilbur stared at him, feeling as if he’d just witnessed the taming of a wild beast. He glanced at Technoblade, who had walked over to one corner of the pavilion to stretch.
“How’d you get Tommy to not kick and scream like he does when he doesn’t get what he wants from me?” Wilbur called out.
“I don’t kick and scream,” Tommy huffed. “I let out a manly whine.”
“It’s probably because he respects me and not you,” Technoblade replied curtly.
Wilbur whirled on his brother. “Is that true?” he demanded, with faux hurt.
Tommy shrugged. “I’d respect you more if you weren’t reading all the time.”
“I’m not reading now,” Wilbur said, at the same time Technoblade called, “I know how to read, too, just to put it out there.”
Afterwards, they would eat breakfast together. Sometimes, it would just be Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy, going over the practice session—Technoblade, with his dry corrections and Tommy with his enthusiastic, albeit often inaccurate, input. But often Father would join them, and Wilbur would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a bit validated whenever Technoblade praised—or as close as the man could get to praise—his improvements in front of his father.
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