Wilbur quietly sighed, raising a hand to rest on his beanie and rub his head through the fabric, visibly surrendering his quest to aggressively search for Tommy, most likely due to the pressure of being under the direct aim of a rocket moreso than anything else. "Fine, fine, sounds good enough to me Big T. Seriously though, do tell me if you find it, it's one of the very few things I have left from L'Manberg, aside from memories." He sighed out, playing the emotional card as, usually, it worked to his advantage, leaving Tubbo at that as he walked away, muttering aloud something about finding Purpled instead. Suspicious.
Tommy stayed curled up in a bundle he had made of himself, having switched into a complete raccoon while he munched on another golden apple to keep himself busy while waiting for the coast to clear. Golden apples were good, who could blame him for stealing a whole hoard of them?