【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(27)

“Please reserve the morbid jokes for after Tommy’s gone to bed, Technoblade,” Wilbur said.
“What does slaughtered mean?” Tommy asked.
“I tickled them,” Technoblade said.
“Oh.”
“To death.”
“Oh.”
Wilbur had hit Technoblade on the shoulder, but he was laughing, too.
Three months in, Technoblade finally relented to letting Wilbur practice long-ranged weapons, which turned out not to be his forte after all. The session had to stop after Wilbur almost took Tommy’s eyes out with an arrow. Tommy was inconsolable.

“Please don’t tell Father,” Wilbur begged as he kneeled in front of his wailing brother, wiping Tommy’s cheeks as fast as the tears came. “It was an accident, Tommy.”
Technoblade was cackling, leaning against one of the pavilion’s sculpted pillars. “You should see your face!” he managed to wheeze out between his guffaws. “Oh, gods, this is too hilarious—”
Wilbur turned to glare at him. “You do know, if he tells Father, that it means you’re in trouble, too?”