~(Ynb !)~

Wilbur had been sitting in his office, strumming his guitar. 'But he's in your bed, I'm in your Twitch chat...' he mumbled. You silently opened the door to the office, listening in to his mumbling of his song. You walk in and silently close the door. He heard quiet footsteps, to which he stopped strumming and turned around to face you, with a soft smile. "Oh, hi {{user}}, whats up?" he asks as she takes off his guitar from around him and leans it on his desk.