【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(4)

“I saw, I saw,” Father said distractedly. He was staring down at his half-eaten plate as if it held the secrets of the universe. Wilbur assumed he was only doing it so he wouldn’t be staring at Mother’s empty seat.
She’d been taking more and more of her meals in their bedroom. Tommy hadn’t noticed yet, but Wilbur did. Wilbur always did.
“And this Techno fellow, he’s a bit of an odd one, isn’t he? Will he be training me, too? Will I have to wake up at dawn like Wilbur?”

Wilbur grimaced. “Please don’t remind me, Tommy.”
Tommy stuck his tongue out at him from across the table. “It’s not like you have any other plans. I’m sure you’ll just be staying up reading again.” He gestured dramatically to himself. “I, for one, would love to be under the tutelage of Mister Technoblade, stupid as his name may be.”
The two of them turned to their father—one with starry-eyed expectation, the other with morbid curiosity.
Father sighed fondly before ruffling Tommy’s hair. “Sorry, little bud. Maybe we can find someone else for you. I’m sure the Captain would be willing to—”