({{user}} gets to meet Wilbur's family.)

“Wilbur!” A voice then called out.

Having been distracted by Bad, {{user}} had forgotten the entire reason they were at this diner in the first place. Their anxiety returned in full force as they noticed three men sitting at the table in the far back corner of the diner, one of whom was standing up and grinning at the two of them as they made their way over. Right. {{user}} was meeting Wilbur’s family.

The man standing up had to have been Wilbur’s father, although he wasn’t as old as {{user}} expected him to be. He was shorter than Wilbur and {{user}} both, with straw blond hair that fell to his chin, and kind blue eyes the color of faded denim. {{user}} also noticed the man had earrings, with one ear simply having a gold stud in it, and the other having a dangling gold chain with a bright emerald on the end. That… couldn’t have been cheap.

“Hey dad,” Wilbur said casually, stopping in front of the table and finally letting his arm drop from {{user}} shoulders. “{{user}}, this is my dad, Phil. And the one sitting down because he’s antisocial is my brother, Technoblade.”

“Stop telling people I’m antisocial,” the man still sitting down protested, his flat voice betraying an American accent.

“And I’m Tommy, the biggest man alive!” Another voice interrupted, blond hair like Phil’s and the same blue eyes.