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"Today is going to be a good day, see how that cloud looks like a four leafed clover?" Tubbo pointed through the car window, showing an uninterested Tommy his find. 

"False, it's three-leafed. See, the fourth is a separate cloud." He pointed to the part that was closer, breaking away from its original formation.

"You dick, you cursed it!" Tubbo hissed jokingly, and Techno felt bile rise in his throat. He pushed it down, but the feeling lingered. 

"We're here. Britain's finest," Wilbur smiled, and instantly Tommy was at attention. Techno studied the building as he exited the vehicle, seeing it wasn't the fanciest, but he didn't expect Wilbur to bring them to an overly expensive place. The food must be decent, though, if Tommy of all people perked up at it.

They strolled into the resturaunt, Wilbur snatching a table for them, which happened to be a booth. The tables were long, too-- longer than Techno had really expected. Oh, wait, no, this is just a table specifically for larger groups. 

"Techno, I recommend having this," Wilbur tapped on his menu, full of foods the American had never even thought of as possible. People actually had these things usually?

"Uh... Okay. Sounds interesting," Techno was honest, and the group talked for the rest of the time. When their food got here, they continued to talk and eat, and soon enough all was done. Luckily, the entire time, Techno didn't need to rush out and cough up blood.

"Techno, that flower looks good on you. Is it a rose?" Wilbur asked when they walked back towards the car, and were now on the way back.

"What?" Techno asked, confusion lighting like a flame inside of him.

"In your hair," Wilbur made a noise of confusion.

"Oh. That's another part of the Hanahaki." Tubbo said, "Flowers can begin to grow from the victim."

"What?" Techno furrowed his brow. "Oh, good, I'm a garden, now." 

"At least it was merciful, it looks like you picked a rose and put it behind your ear." Wilbur noted, and Techno felt his heart drop. A rose, oh boy. A rose! Roses! He's throwing up roses! He will be constricted to death by a flower that represents death and love or some shit! Oh, goody.

"Yeah. I guess." He could feel Tommy's fearful stare on his side, but he didn't turn to meet the boys eyes. He really didn't want to relate right now- I- well, maybe he does but- is it- is it worth it? Will it.. will it help it? No, Tommy isn't the cause, but if he has experience, then maybe, maybe it'd be okay. But no, he can't.

The ride home wasn't very quiet at all, to Techno's relief. Everyone in the car (yes, even flower boy) was trying to sing 'Your New Boyfriend', ultimately sounding like a massacre, but they didn't mind. They yelled with smiles on their faces, glad that they could do this for once. Glad that they could be here with each other and act fools. 

When they exited the car, everyone was laughing from what they had done. Who knew shrieking your lungs out to your friends song could be so fun?

"Now go get the stream ready, bitch boy." Tommy snickered at Wilbur, the older scoffing.

"It is ready, it had a timer, bitch boy," Wilbur shot back.

"Well then what're we waiting for?" Tubbo exclaimed, already darting upstairs. "Should we make tweets about it or..?"

"I mean, we could just say, like, 'watch wilbitch's stream, it's cool' or something." Phil suggested, and Tommy visibly made a mental note of the nickname. Wilbur scoffed, joining them in his office room. 

"I'm about to unmute, is everyone ready?" Wilbur had to slightly bend over to reach the buttons on the keyboard and the microphone, pulling a few chairs over for the group. 

Once it was confirmed that everyone was ready, Wilbur unmuted, turning the camera on. The stream was instantly switched to a point of view of all of them. What they didn't know, however, was how Tubbo refused to sit in his own seat, him and Tommy sitting half-and-half on the same chair. (Eventually Tommy pushed him off, and he was forced to sit back in his own chair, but again, the audience didn't know that.)

"WHAT IS UP, CHAT!" Tommy smirked, taking the spotlight from Wilbur. "WELCOME BACK T- Hey! Ow!" Tubbo pinched him.

"This is my stream, isn't it, dad?" Wilbur turned to look at Phil, who wheezed. 

"Yes. It is, but oh, your little brothers are here so you need to share." Phil mocked, chuckling at Wilbur's unamused expression.

Techno smiled, joining in the laughter. Wilbur glanced at his chat, most of it asking who the fifth person was. Right, Techno hasn't shown his face in awhile, huh?

"Oh, who's this?" Wilbur reached over Phil, wrapping an arm around Techno's shoulder. "This is my good friend Steve."

"Technoblade name reveal? Pog?" Tubbo giggled.

"That is not my name, thank you very much William." Techno rolled his eyes, glancing over to see Tommy standing behind Phil while the man was unaware, showing off how tall he was in comparison. Not that much taller, but it was still noticeable.

"Tommy, stop harassing dad!" Wilbur growled to the boy.

"My name is Sir Billiam Porkums the third." Techno stated in a mocking attempt at a British accent. He felt something rise in his throat, and he tried to clear it, adding it to his act. "And I have to be right back!"

Techno left the room, feeling Wilbur's concerned glance on his back. As soon as he was out of view, he darted to the bathroom, closing the door a little rougher than he should've, and retched into the toilet again. He felt like he was coughing an entire lung up, blood sputtering from his lips, falling crimson into the toilet.

He felt like so much more was coming out this time- so many more petals than last time, way too many tiny pricks resembled thorns. God, fuck- he was getting dizzy.

"Techno?" Phil knocked lightly once the boy was mostly quiet. "Can I come in?"

Techno hummed with his broken voice, proceeding to retch even more into the toilet bowl. Phil entered, an expression of pure concern on his face, terror filling his eyes when he saw the scene infront of him.

"Holy shit, Techno. That's bad."