【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(33)
“You’re from a kingdom that has enjoyed peace for decades, princeling,” Technoblade said, with a world’s worth of exhaustion in his voice. “Beyond those walls, it’s different. Knowing war young is not entirely uncommon. Kids just grow faster out there. They have to.”
Wilbur took fistfuls of grass and threw it at Technoblade’s face. Technoblade, unamused, simply blew the grass from his face.
“Very mature, Your Highness,” Technoblade said dryly.
“You were being all sad again,” Wilbur muttered, pulling his knees up to his chin. He looked up just as Tommy came toddling towards them, his arms a burst of color—yellow alstroemerias, white daisies, purple malvas, and freesias the color of Technoblade’s hair.
“Oh, gods,” Technoblade groaned as Tommy dumped his collection before them proudly.
Tommy grinned as he kneeled behind Technoblade. “Dad used to braid Mama’s hair all the time, before she got tired. He taught me how.”
Wilbur took fistfuls of grass and threw it at Technoblade’s face. Technoblade, unamused, simply blew the grass from his face.
“Very mature, Your Highness,” Technoblade said dryly.
“You were being all sad again,” Wilbur muttered, pulling his knees up to his chin. He looked up just as Tommy came toddling towards them, his arms a burst of color—yellow alstroemerias, white daisies, purple malvas, and freesias the color of Technoblade’s hair.
“Oh, gods,” Technoblade groaned as Tommy dumped his collection before them proudly.
Tommy grinned as he kneeled behind Technoblade. “Dad used to braid Mama’s hair all the time, before she got tired. He taught me how.”
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