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Wilbur looks at the sky. He did it. He actually did it. He won. He won the election. He didn't know how when the odds seemed ever so stacked against him. How did this actually happen? The brunette had thought to himself the moment he was announced as the winner. Tommy was ecstatic, jumping up and down like a kid at Christmas. Then again, the smaller blonde IS only 12. Tommy was also probably just excited because Wilbur was and he saw the big smile on his older brothers face. The opposite team, however, wasn't exactly the same. The ram hybrid JSchlatt wore a scowl and a gaze as sharp as a refined netherite sword. He was clearly NOT happy.
"Congratulations, Soot. I'm so.....glad you where able to continue to govern this fine country." Schlatt had said, teeth clenched, eyes narrow, and face flushed in anger. He was never quite good at hideing how he felt. Not at all.
"Oh! Thank you so much Schlatt! No hard feelings right? Let's all be good sports about this." Wilbur replied, that professional smile plastered on his face. Beneath it, he was already planning how to remove any... threats ... to his presidency from the country. How? He didn't know. What he did know, however, is that someone present here today, or maybe not, will be removed. He was sure someone was planning something. He just didn't know who it was or what it was they where planning.
"Say, how about we strike a deal of sorts hm?" Schlatt asked, voice dripping with false kindness. "I know how big of a business man you are, Soot. And I can respect that. Being one myself and all."
Wilbur paused for a moment, suspicious of the rams sudden friendlyness. Something was wrong, but he knew not what it was. His wings ruffle in aggravation. He hated, and I mean HATED not knowing things. It was a large pet-peve of his. It may even be his downfall one day. Schlatt seemed to pick up on this, however. Given that a sly grin slowly spread accross his face. The smug damn bastard Wilbur had thought, clearly getting even more annoyed. What is he playing at? There is no way he wanted to discuss a deal over tea and cakes. So what could he possibly want? Is he planning something? That surely is possible... Wilbur continues to think, trying to rack his brain. There was something else. Their had to be. Their absolutely had to be.
"Is something the matter, little bird?~" Schlatt coos mockingly, leaning down and towering over Wilbur, a shit eating grin on his face. Oh how he loved seeing the shorter brunette squirm. It was absolutely delicious.