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Wilbur had been anxious for the past few days. He had his last fight with Theseus on Tuesday, and it was Saturday now.
From the moment Wilbur had saw the vigilante, heard the blonde taunt and bicker with him, he knew that was gonna be his nemesis.
And then he started actually enjoying talking to Theseus.
He was just to raw, okay?! He said what was on his mind, and wasn’t scared of him, which was a refreshing change of pace.
So he decided he would claim him.
Not in a weird way!! Claiming in the Super-World was complicated. It was done by hero’s, villains vigilantes, whoever, to show that someone was under their protection, by having them wear their emblem.
There were also the really bad people out there who branded people and called it claiming (cough Schlatt cough) but in reality it was just sick.
So, after his fight with Theseus, he left a little present in the alleyway he knew Thee took to get back home.
It was a silver chain, with a sapphire in the shape of a sun hanging off of it, matching his own, which was the shape of the moon.
You might be wondering why he didn’t just give it to him, but it was because he was embarrassed.
Like, what if he didn’t want to be claimed? What then?
So he just left it, where he knew Thee would find it.
So, yeah, he was a little jittery. He wanted—no— needed, to know if Thee was wearing it.
Because then his nemesis, would really be his.
The thought alone made him giddy, of him being the only one allowed to fight him.
Okay, maybe he needed to get out of the house for a little while. Maybe he should go to Puffys!! Yes, that was a wonderful idea.
So, he slipped his shoes on, and walked out the door.
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He walked through the door, and then bell rang like normal. He breathed in the air, and smelled (smelt?) fresh baked goods. Delicious, he hadn’t been here in a while, not since Theseus started doing vigilante work, and apparently Puffy had gotten a new employee.
The brunette looked up to see a blonde, with vibrant blue eyes that reminded him of Phil. The boy could’ve been more than 16, with raccoon ears, tail, and face markings.
He also had bruises and scars littered across his skin, which, okay, was kinda worrying, but it’s probably fine.
“Hello!!” The older chirped, his coyote ear flicking. The younger just stared at him, dead eyed, and sighed “Hello welcome to Puffys Coffee & Cookies, how may I help you?” He said, as if he had recited it a hundred times over, which, he probably had.
“Can I get an espresso, black coffee, and an almond cookie?” He asked politely, because this guy was clearly tired.
“No”
What?
“What?”
“We’re out of almond cookies man, I don’t know what to tell you.” What the fuck!! “But there’s some in the display case right there!!” The brunette argued, pointing to them.
“Those are for display only sir, would you like something else?” The blonde asks, with a shit eating grin.
“Fine, I’ll have a croissant” “outta those too, I’m afraid”
“But there are some in your display case!” He pointed to the croissants, which were hidden away behind the glass.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about sir, would you like your coffees still?” The shorter asked, with a full on maniacal grin.
“Yes, fine, just, give me them” he said, fed up with the baristas antics.
“For here or to go?”
“Mm, I think I’ll stay a while” that way he’d have plenty of time for revenge