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Everything was going well, Wilbur had his morning coffee. So all was right with the world. Well besides the heroes, villains and vigilantes that roamed the streets, causing damage to the city. Other than that everything was good.
The morning had started off slow and relaxing. After coffee because no matter how much Wilbur tells himself that he can live without coffee and always gets proven wrong. Wilbur decided after coffee he will read some mythology. Greek mythology to be exact, cause he wasn't in the mood for anything else. Not like he would want to read anything else.
He got in the most comfy spot in the apartment. which if you look at it it was just a deep blue arm chair that had a fluffy pillow on it that was a light gray color and it happened to be near one of his smaller bookshelves, that was a deep brown color that reminded wilbur of coffee before adding sugar and whatever else he put in his coffee in the morning. Not to mention that this spot was near a window that currently had the curtains drawn. so no one can look in and that's for the best right now.
So while walking over to the comfy spot. He realizes that he still is walking around with a purpose, even if there is nothing that needs doing. So he stills for a second to take a deep breath and look at the cold dark wood floor. The floor is worn out with how he paces.
He keeps taking those deep breaths and looks around, his ok gray couch it has lumps in that makes it uncomfortable to sit on for a long time but his side table near the couch is where he likes to keep a picture of people he can't really see anymore. That's besides the point.
He continues to make his way to the comfy spot and looks at the tan walls that he would love to paint but he can't seeing as he would have to be able to leave at any point. What is he going to read today. Today he thinks is a persephone mythology. Maybe about Aries and aphrodite love affair.
He looks over at the dark bookshelf. There were hardcover books lined the shelves and they were quite pretty books because why would he short himself on the only thing he can get his hands on. Sure he could continue to get shiny jewelry or whatnot but that can be hard to part with.
Shoving that aside with the instincts that come with it. Focusing on getting to the comfy spot in his apartment because thinking right now is too much, it just is too much. So sitting in the comfy spot he breaths and lets his wings stretch, that feels nice.
After the stretch he looks through the bookshelf near him. Looking at the thick books. Finally picking one and sitting with his legs over the arm of the chair and while draping his wings behind him. Opening the book and starts to read,getting into that peaceful mind set.
The page feels nice under his talons. The next deep breath he take reminded him why he loves books. They smell really good especially the new book smell. Of course his instincts tell him that he needs a new book just for that alone, thankfully he tells the bird no and it shuts up about it.
Cause no he will not humor the bird. It already convinced him to get shiny things and even to start a hoard in the first place. With the bird aside he gets back to the book about persephone.
Every once and awhile he shifts to continue to be comfortable, while reading. It's quite and relaxing and the smell of coffee and the book he is holding permeates though the air. That has him sighing without tension in his body for once.
He must have been zoned out to long because he hears a thud on his balcony. No one without wings would be able to get up here. Also who in there right mind would landed on a strangers balcony.
If it's a hero he is half tempted to go and yeet them off his balcony. Even if he really shouldn't but it might make up for a few things. Whoever this better have a dam good reason for interrupting him and landing on HIS balcony.
He slams the book he was read on top of the shelving unit and gets up with a huff. He was having a nice day why is it that people have to ruin it. His wings puff up at this. Clearly displaying the upset he feels. It doesn't help that he can hear his tail lash against the wood floors.
If he ever moves apartments he will have to pay for that. Still his footsteps light while he walks past his kitchen and to the balcony doors. The doors to his balcony were white, even though he wants to paint them purple, for a reason he will not explain and doesn't care to explained.
But he throws open the doors and is looking around for someone standing there but finds no one. He huffs in annoyance and looks down. Finds Pyro the number 3 villain. Taking in how pyro looks, Wilbur can tell he's injured in some way.
The smell gives away that he's hurt and his costume is torn in some places but he looks knocked out, it's hard to tell with the mask pyro wears. Wilbur takes another look around there's no hero . So what in the hell is he doing here.
With a deep breath wilbur decides to say fuck it and drag the villain inside, why is he doing this he has no fucking clue but is he still doing it yes.
He drags pyro in the apartment and closes the doors and hears a snap and looks at the door more closely. Sees that he jammed pyros finger in the doors. It's probably broken.
He reopens the doors and pulls him in some more and then closes the doors again. Well what does he do now. Quickly grabs a chair and rope. OK he knows how it looks but he needs the rope for emergencys like when he has to tie things to his car ,when he moves.Picking up pyro and moving him onto the chair . Dam he's heavy.
Being careful of the others wings and tail ties him up to the chair he grabbed and now what in the hell has he done.