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"376"
Wilbur's room number
It was a little too easy to say you're looking forward to such and such, but Wilbur was not looking forward to being distanced from Techno.
They had practically been attached at the hip since they were born! You can't blame him for worrying about his twin when they're an entire campus apart!
Basically, they would kill for eachother.
Maybe not literally, on Technos part
But they would fight someone off at best.
Cause they're law abiding civilians and they would never kill someone; he thinks to himself, while hiding multiple switchblades on his person.
He hauled his shit all this way and finally makes it to his room.
374? 375? 376!
He pushes the key inside and twists before taking a peek at his living space for the school year.
Decent, a little bland, but decent...
who is he kidding, he's gonna end up crying about the bare walls giving him depressing nightmares.
"I hope my roommate can put up with it."
He leans his bags on the wall, before flopping onto the couch as if his bones were made of rubber.
Chat's starting to pick up, now that they aren't drowned out by his heavy exasperated breathing.
Not loud enough to truly understand, but loud enough to know they're talking to eachother. Will catches a few random words but that's all.
Vilbur
Tiredbur
Offline chat?
Pog
Tiredbur
Obviously, as always they have nothing too important to say.
He doesn't feel like attempting to sate the fuckers right now though, so all he can do is lay and wait for motivation to come naturally.
Or, fall asleep.
He promptly passes out.
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