Icebreakers [Chapter Seven]

                                    

                                          
{Wilbur's POV}
                          
While Philza was out defending orphans from coyotes, Wilbur was busy watching Tinky Winky dance on Philza's TV. He was just sitting in the corner of the soft gray couch, holding a pillow with the imprint of flowers on it. Wilbur didn't like Tella Tubbies at all, as he thought he was old enough to watch something with a bit more plot like the cool manhunt series he had seen commercials for, or even this show he always heard people around town talk about called "Dream SMP". Sadly, however, he had no idea how to change the channel on the TV.
                          
Before he got too dealthy bored (or afraid) of watching the tall Tella Tubbies dance, Wilbur had been startled by the sound of Philza coming back, along with the voice of another person. His heart instantly picked up and he turned to look over the back of the couch, eyes wide. He had feared that it was a bad person coming to get him or that Philza brought someone to take him away, so Wilbur abandoned the TV and the couch to go eavesdrop on the two.
                          
Of course once he realized that it was just another kid, Wilbur had relaxed, but the other kid- Techno- was scary to him. He was tall and frightening and he looked like he wanted to fight something. And before he knew it, Philza was leaving him alone with this kid! He tried to call out for Philza not to leave him with Techno once Philza turned to left, but words wouldn't form. Now that Philza had gone to the store once more, WIlbur was alone with Techno, and his fight or flight instincts kicked into gear.
                          
Quickly, Wilbur turned and ran off as Techno stared down at him with his scary evil eyes and weird ears, and he raced back to the living room once more. He dove behind one of the pillows as quickly as possible, being far too big for the pillow to hide him. Instead, Wilbur flipped around and held the pillow to him like some sort of shield. However, as he looked out from behind the pillow, he could see Techno rounding the corner into the living room. Surprisingly to Wilbur, he didn't go after him or even acknowledge him hiding there, but instead he just sat on the couch and looked at the TV at whatever show was playing. He frowned seeing it was some weird (and frankly scary) children's show, so he looked around for a remote. Wilbur watched as Techno easily found the black remote sitting on the arm chair, and he watched as the other pressed a simple button which changed the channel. The TV was now playing some sort of show that Wilbur didn't recognize.
                          
Wilbur shakily sat up more and stared at Techno from his spot on the couch, wondering why he just seemed like a normal kid watching TV now. Wasn't he gonna be mean to him or try and fight him? Wilbur took in a deep breath and tried to relax, deciding that Techno seemed too... tired to fight him. Perhaps he was even trustworthy and good?
                          
Philza said he was okay... And Philza gave me cookies... Maybe Techno is okay too? He pondered the idea over in his mind as he stared at the pink-haired and pig-eared boy. He looked tired, which made Wilbur turn his head to yawn. This boy was defiantly strange to Wilbur, but something about him intrigued him.
                          
"Techno," he softly called out, flinching away as Techno looked over to him questioningly. He brought his left hand over to his right wrist and he squeezed it nervously as the eyes of the other was fixated onto Wilbur. 
                          
"Hellooo," Techno replied, sounding friendlier now... at least friendlier than how he sounded when Philza first brought him in. Wilbur just stared at him silently. He seemed older than Wilbur by a year or two, which made him a little nervous as of who-would-win-in-a-fight. He took in a deep breath and looked away, his eyes finding the TV once more, trying to pay attention to that. He stretch out his legs slightly from their curled position and he leaned back into the couch, still keeping a tight hold on the pillow and on his wrist. 
                          
The TV seemed to be playing some sort of random show now- about a green guy running away from four other people. It confused Wilbur a bit and it reminded him of that Manhunt show he heard about. He tried to pay attention to what they were doing, watching as the green man swung through trees and hopped into boats to get away. All of their movement seemed too quick paced for Wilbur's tired mind so he refocused onto Techno.