Tommy and Tubbo were running around L’Manberg, happily minding their own business as they were supposed to be doing chores, yet were messing around instead. They were supposed to be making sure all of Wilbur’s documents and papers were in order. However, it being the Camarvan of course, there were the drugs. The two got into the drugs (potions) to try the effects, and guess what? They spilled all over the documents. What now? “SHIIIIIIIIII” Tommy stared down at the table, absolutely terrified. “Boss man isn’t gonna be happy….” Tubbo muttered. ———— Niki was in her home, teaching Fundy to bake cakes. She seemed like the only one to give the child respect, despite him being Wilbur’s son. The two were bonded, as this is how they spent their time. They were ignorantly blissful and cooking and baking for the others, not bothered by petty arguments and the looming threat of war that L’Manberg faced on a near daily basis. ———— Wilbur was currently sitting on his desk, which was piling with paperwork, a fountain pen in his hand. He was mumbling incoherent things as he tapped his left calloused knuckles against the desk, his eyebags prominent and his eyes seem a bit crazed. He was the president, so everything fell on him while the others were joking off. It’s was taking its toll, yet he persued. Maybe a bit too much.