"Chapter; 1, whispers"
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Act one, shy greetings.
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Wilbur sat with his legs crossed, eyes fixed on the vast universe above him. He remembers sitting somewhere high with Tommy. The details evade him.

A small smile decorated his lips, it was peaceful with the wind kissing his scalp as the breeze passed him by. He hummed a soft melody to himself as he basked in nostalgia. He loved nights like these.

He allowed his eyelids to close and he sighed. They snapped open when a sickening thump filled the night air, crickets paused their harmony and leaves stopped pooling at his feet. He wheeled around, the van beneath him creaked in protest.

He frantically looked around, searching for the source of the sound. He turned to look at the other side and was met by golden eyes an inch away from his face.

Wilbur shrieked and fell backwards, the figure yelped and grabbed his arm to stop him from getting a concussion. "Ahhh shoot, are you okay? I'm so sorry! Do you need anything? Again, I'm so sorry!"

Wilbur furrowed his eyebrows and got a good look at the stranger. His eyes were drawn to fluffy white hair and antenna. The boys face displayed concern and guilt, Wilbur could read him almost like a book. "Shove off, kid."

The boy backed up and awkwardly smiled, Wilbur groaned "Calm the fuck down, you're fine. What's your name?" The stranger scratched the back of his neck, "Sorry, I'm Raegan! What about you? I don't think I've seen you around before."

Raegan awkwardly waved, though quickly put his hand down. "Wilbur." Raegan blinked, "N-no it's uh.. It's-It's Raegan?" Wilbur resisted the urge to face-palm.

"My name is Wilbur. What are you, straight out of primary school?" The boy fidgeted with his fingers, "Are you implying that I'm a child? Because I'm a grown- grown adult-" Wilbur's eyes widened before he sighed and pulled out a box and lighter.

Raegan couldn't make out his incorrigible grumbling as the man lit a cigarette. His tail thumped behind him as he fidgeted trying to figure out what to do with himself. The man's tail caught Wilburs eye, thoughts raced through his head. "Your tail, is it soft?"

Raegan failed to hold back a chuckle. he moved his tail so that it rested between the two. Wilbur pulled the cigar from his mouth and crushed it, bringing a hand out in front of him. It hovered over Raegan's tail for a bit before the white-haired man nodded at him.

He slowly put his hand down and stroked the tuft of fur at the end of a sleek rope of ivory. It felt akin to a feather duster. He didn't miss the man's wings fluttering in delight, Raegan's face was tinted in pink as tanned hands covered his face. Wilbur couldn't help but smile, as the moth... lion? Reminded him of her.

Raegan's tail gently flicked and his smile grew, he had an infatuation for hybrids. He pulled his hand away, Wilbur wiped the smile off his face when he saw that yellow eyes were staring at him. It felt nice to not be feared for once. "You look nice when you smile." Raegan breathed, before fading crimson found its way back to sunkissed skin.

Wilbur laughed and lightly slapped his knee, "Damn, to think I thought this dork was gonna kill me!" Raegan chuckled and pulled out a satchel, the button had a little heart on it.

"Mind if I play a song or two?"

"Why the hell not, go for it kid."