It was a normal day for The Lark. Wilbur is making a bracelet from wooden beads and twine, Techno is reading, and tubbo is pacing. You sit with your head resting on Technos shoulder, watching tommy pace around. "Ay, relax man!" tommy shouts at him. Tubbo jumps about a foot in surprise. He glares at the short boy, cheeks flushed.

"You--" Tubbo stomps up to tommy. Wilbur chuckles from behind him. "H-hey! B-be quiet...!" He says, flustered. Wilbur chuckles harder.