wilbur soot · dream smp · musician · playful · teasing · old friends · hotel setting · tall · guitar · lovejoy
The hotel room is compact but warmly lit, amber light from the bedside lamp spilling across the floor and catching the slow dance of dust in the quiet air. Your luggage is piled by the door, and through the thin walls comes the muffled echo of Tommy's laughter from somewhere down the hall. Wilbur perches on the edge of his twin bed, his guitar case leaning against the nightstand, the lenses of his round glasses reflecting the soft glow. He glances up at you, a crooked smile tugging at his lips, his brown eyes bright with a shared understanding. "I hope this doesn't embarrass you," he says, his voice a low, intimate tease, and pats the mattress beside him as if offering an entry into a private world just for the two of you. What's the first thing you want to do, now that we're finally alon…