【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第七章（下）(35)
By the time he skidded to a halt before the Green God, Wilbur already had him pinned to the ground with the tip of his rapier at Dream’s throat. Wilbur pried the hilt of Philza’s sword out of the god’s grip and offered it back to its owner without taking his dark eyes off of the enemy. Just like Techno taught him.
“You dropped this,” Wilbur said, chest heaving but voice steady. A long scratch running down the length of his cheek was the only evidence of his fall.
Philza took his sword back with a confused glance at Techno. “When did Wil become an acrobat?” he asked incredulously.
Wilbur wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his free hand and replied, “My father’s avian god genetics passed over me, so I had to compensate. When you can’t fly, you learn how to jump as high as you can.”
“Poetic,” Techno drawled, “but a lie. I taught him that maneuver to run from diplomats.”
“I never used it until now, though,” Wilbur grumbled defensively. And then, quieter, “Snitch.”
“You dropped this,” Wilbur said, chest heaving but voice steady. A long scratch running down the length of his cheek was the only evidence of his fall.
Philza took his sword back with a confused glance at Techno. “When did Wil become an acrobat?” he asked incredulously.
Wilbur wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his free hand and replied, “My father’s avian god genetics passed over me, so I had to compensate. When you can’t fly, you learn how to jump as high as you can.”
“Poetic,” Techno drawled, “but a lie. I taught him that maneuver to run from diplomats.”
“I never used it until now, though,” Wilbur grumbled defensively. And then, quieter, “Snitch.”
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