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Tommy had been spacing out lately. Not the type of spacing out where you think of something a bit too long before snapping out of it or reading half of a page before realizing you haven't taken it in. Nothing like that.
After Ranboo came out officially he realized he had a lot to think about. Toby was already planning his own coming out and he himself was still just buckling down and saying he was straight. Even to the people he cared about and himself. In reality he didn't know what he was but he didn't wanna call himself unlabeled like Dream and Ranboo or bisexual like Toby. Straight just felt safe.
So maybe his zoning out was thinking of something too long and snapping out but it was a twisted version of that. He had learned that he somehow had the ability to hold full conversations while spaced out. Meaningful conversations that actually made sense. And the best part was no one could tell he was completely unfocused. The only problem was he didn't recall half of his conversations lately, even the things he had said.
It had yet to cause him any real issues but he knew it could if he didn't get it under control soon. Like now for example, he and Wilbur had been on call for at least 20 minutes and he hadn't heard a word he or the other had spoken the entire time. Wilbur's voice slipped in one ear and out the other without the chance to get caught in his mind.
"I mean, if you're really sure we could go this saturday" Tommy blinked in surprise, because for the first time in the conversation he actually registered the older man's voice. He gave a small smile, pretending he knew exactly what was happening. He tried to think of an answer that wouldn't provoke confusion and might get Wilbur to explain more.
"So soon?" He asked, voice gentle but slightly teasing. Wilbur blinked, staring at him dumbly for a moment before rolling his eyes.
"Whatever. I'm just eager I guess" he replied, completely unhelpful in Tommy's goal of figuring out the conversation. At this point his safest bet was just agreeing with whatever the other man said.
"I am too king" he let the words slip effortlessly as he fought the urge to slip back out of the conversation. If he was committing to plans that was something he really should be paying attention to. Especially since it was probably a vlog idea or something of the sort.
"Are you really?" Wilbur asked. His disbelief seemed lighthearted but Tommy had no way to be sure.
"Should I not be?" He asked, forcing his voice to sound at ease and not completely terrified. Wilbur gave a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No no. You absolutely should be. I guess I just never imagined you agreeing when I brought it up" he explained, and now Tommy was more lost than he was when first tuned in. And judging by the fact Wilbur thought he wouldn't agree he could only assume it was another dangerous vlog idea. He had rejected Wilbur's last six out of fear alone but now that he agreed he couldn't really backtrack. Before he could question the man further the brunette spoke again.
"Its probably better the fans hear from us beforehand rather than after or from a third party. I think maybe I should tweet about it" Tommy was beginning to assume he would die in his next vlog. Still he had too much pride to just admit he was completely unaware of what was happening. So with a tiny, devious smirk he challenged his friend with one simple word.
"Bet" he uttered it simply. Wilbur stared at his face, likely gauging how serious he was before smirking right back.
"Serious or joking?" He asked with the same deadly fire in his eyes as Tommy.
"Joking, obviously. If you don't keep it light it'll somehow become a scandal" he sighed, over the top as always. He seemed to have worded it well, because Wilbur gave a hesitant nod of agreement.
"Do you want to read it before I post it?" He asked, voice sounding on edge. Tommy raised a brow, wondering just how series this could possibly be.
"Nah man. Just Tweet whatever" that one seemed to surprise Wilbur but he didn't question it.
"Ok. I'll pick you up on Saturday then?" Tommy only nodded as they said their goodbyes and ended the call. As soon as the call was over Tommy flopped back against his mattress and stared at the ceiling. Honestly he wasn't sure what he had just gotten himself into.
With a silent curse to himself about his stupidity he let himself drift off, hoping that whatever Wilbur Tweeted would tell him what the fuck he had agreed to. His sleep didn't last long because for some reason his phone began blowing the fuck up at around 4 in the morning. With an annoyed and tired groan he glanced at the screen, shocked to see way too many twitter notifications and about a million texts from everyone he knew. What the hell had Wilbur done he wondered.
He opened Toby's first.
'Weird way of doing it king.. How did you steal an idea I didn't even tell you yet 😪'
Unhelpful. Philza.
'Kinda wish you idiots would have told me first but you know ily'
Even more confused. Quackity.
'/srs or /j frfr'
Stupid and not helping. Ranboo.
'Just couldn't let me have my thunder lol'
Also unhelpful. The rest were just questions of if whatever was said was serious and hearts. He really couldn't imagine what Wilbur would have said to get all these responses so he finally decided to look the beast in the eye and open Twitter. Wilbur's tweet was the first thing he saw.
'What's better than being a quirked up white boy with a little bit of swag? Nothing. But @Tommyinnit agreeing to a date with me is like a close 12th so whatever'
What the fuck had they talked about last night?