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“I hate suits so fucking much.”
Punz grinned, watching Purpled struggle to put on a tie. That’s what he got for wearing such a tacky suit.
It had been a bit since Purpled moved in with him. Punz still couldn’t believe that his baby brothers were eighteen already.
“How do you think I felt when Sapnap got married?” Punz got up from his seat and walked over to help Purpled with his tie. Purpled’s dog, Dog Champ sat by their feet, his little tail thwapping hard against Punz’s ankle. Punz reached down and gave the pooch a scratch behind the ear.
Standing upright, Punz looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his own tie and brushing back his hair.
Today was the big day. Wilbur and Sally were getting married, and Punz felt himself honored to be invited. Punz and Wilbur had grown close over the years, Wilbur preaching that ‘The Brother Of My Brother Is My Brother As Well’. And, you know what? Punz felt the same way.
“Guys!” Tommy popped his head into the room, a tired look on his face.
As Wilbur’s best man, Tommy had a lot to do. Including keeping the groom from freaking the fuck out. Snorting, Punz gently pushed Purpled to the door, Dog Champ following behind loyally. The three (four, if you count DC. And Purpled always counted DC) walked to where Wilbur was pacing back and forth, Techno leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
“You’re going to ruin your shoes, and Quackity is gonna kill you.” Techno commented lightheartedly, not reacting to the glare Wilbur gave to him.
“Calm down! God damn!” Tommy pushed Wilbur to sit down.
“I can’t! I can’t” Wilbur groaned, hugging himself. “I feel like I’m dying!” As if sensing his stress, Dog Champ trotted over and rested his head against Wilbur’s leg. Wilbur gave him a scratch, smiling gently.
“You’ll be fine.” Punz walked over and gave Wilbur a pat. “You love Sally, don’t you?”
”Of course!” Wilbur quickly looked up. “I love her more than I’ve ever loved anybody!”
“Then you’ll be fine.” Punz crossed his arms. “Sapnap felt the same way he was marrying Karl and Quackity, and look at them now. So happy it makes me sick.” Wilbur snorted at that, cracking a real smile. A knock on the door alerted the group, and Phil walked in, Fundy toddling in with him in his own suit and tie.
“Look at my little man.” Wilbur held his arms out as Fundy toddled to him.
“I could say the same.” Phil looked Wilbur up and down, pride in his eyes.
“Don;t look at me like that.” Wilbur stood, Fundy clinging to his leg. He opened his arms, and Phil walked over and hugged him.
“Don’t even think about it.” Techno pushed himself off of the wall. “Save the tears for your bride.” He put his arm around Wilbur’s shoulders as Phil let go. “You look great, by the way. Could’ve dyed your hair back.” He flicked at the white streak still ever present in Wilbur’s hair. Wilbur playfully slapped Techno’s hand away.
“I told you. It stays white as long as your hair stays pink.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Techno grinned.
“Alright, let’s go.” Phil clapped his hands together, everybody laughing as Fundy did the same. Phil walked over and took Fundy’s hand. “We better go get seated. Good luck, mate. You’ll be fine.” Phil walked out with Fundy, Fundy giving a big wave as they went.
“Seriously though.” Techno gave Wilbur a firm shoulder clap. “You made it through school, you made it through the proposal. You’ll live.” He smiled and walked out behind Phil.
“The color suits you.” Purpled commented, not quite sure what else to say. He was quick to walk out after the others, obviously still uncomfortable and nervous.
Punz was glad Purpled had DC to comfort him. He looked at Wilbur and grinned.
“You’ve got a kid, and you’re getting a wife. What a family man.”
“He’s turning into Phil!” Tommy looked at Wilbur with a fake look of disgust, Wilbur pushing him. Punz wheezed.
“Next thing you know he’ll be calling people ‘mate’.”
“He already does!”
“I’m right here, you know!” Wilbur whined, still smiling.
“And you’ll be fine.” Punz raised a fist, Wilbur giving him a fist bump. “Just breathe. An hour at most versus the rest of your life.”
“Yeah. You’re right.” Wilbur sighed. “Thanks.”
“You’re gonna cry, by the way. Sally looks beautiful.”
“Get out.” Tommy and Wilbur said at the same time, Punz laughing loudly as he ran out of the room. He walked into the room where everyone was sat and sat down next to Purpled and Eryn. Purpled immediately grabbed onto Punz’s sleeve, Dog Champ tucked up under his seat. Giving a reassuring smile, Punz leaned against Purpled. Purpled would be okay.
And as the music played, as Wilbur and then Sally marched out, all anxiety was forgotten in that moment.