009 - Wilbur Soot
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Joining the Dream SMP was probably one of the best things you've ever done. Sure, the lore was a bit cheesy sometimes and the improvisations might mess up your role a bit, but it was fun most of the time!
You had immediately gotten involved in the Syndicate the second you'd joined, possibly because of your PVP skills? Hard to say. You got along with the SBI pretty well, especially Wilbur. People had joked you two were two halves of one whole. Just he's British and you're American. No big deal.
You shared his love for music, holding little concerts on the server whenever you all weren't recording or streaming. You'd just spent time with him, listening to him yap about something that annoyed him and offering to go fishing with him. It was just those calm moments where you two didn't have to worry... it was those moments he loved with you.
You two were on VC one random night, half drunk and giggling about a time Dream messed up some lines when you had the bright idea to meet up with him in New York (AKA where you live), and he thought that was a great idea.
You two had made some arrangements, and there he was. In all his fluffy-brunette-curled glory, still jet-lagged but smiling brightly when he saw you holding that obnoxious sign with "LOOKING FOR A WILBUR SOOT" written on it in bright blue. Of course you did, that's just what you do.