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Ice covered boots thudded loudly on the dark oak wooden porch of Techno Blades house.
Snow and ice chunks falling and scattering across the wood and stone from the clothes of the two men. Phils arm trembled with effort as he shifted his eldest son's unconscious form to his left arm, freeing his right to open the heavy wooden door.
A strained groan leaves his lungs as he dragged Techno through the entryway, the unconscious man's boots scraping across the floor.
Stumbling into the living room, the fireplaces last embers crackling and dying, Phil set his pink haired son down as gently as his tired arms would let him before his legs gave out and he collapsed to the floor.
“Damn…… I am not as young as I used to be.” He murmured his heavy eyelids drooping, he drifted off to sleep for a few minutes before jolting awake and checking his son's pulse.
The beat under his cold cracked fingers was steady and strong. The old man breathed a sigh of relief. As he limped over to a chest in the corner murmuring fondly.
“You cheeky bastard nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Phil rummaged around in a surprisingly disorganized chest for some health potions and bandages. Making his way back over to his unconscious son he poured half of the shimmery red potion onto the bandage before wrapping it around Technos blood stained wrist.
The avian's nose wrinkled slightly at the smell of puke that clung to his son's soiled shirt.
“ I suppose that’s the next thing on the list to take care of…..”
He struggled for a moment to shift Techno into a sitting position, the unconscious man's head lolling to the side, pink hair spilling into his face, before walking off to find a clean shirt and washcloth.
Philza wandered down the hall to his son's room pushing the already ajar door open the rest of the way. Tucking his black wings closer to his body as he stepped into the dark room. Only to curse five feet into the room as he trips over a shirt lying on the floor by the bed, on his way to the window. He flung the curtains open, snatching the shirt off of the floor by the empty bed.
As Philza walked back down the hall he hears a groan from the couch
"pHiL?" Techno Blades voice croaks from the living room.
"I'm right here mate." Phils shouts as he walks back into the living room tossing Techno the shirt he'd found before walking over to the still open front door to close it.
"You might want to wash up and brush your teeth before you change into that."
"No kidding, my mouth tastes like shit." The pink haired man grumbles as he stumbles to the bathroom.
Philza shivers the cold air from outside lingering in the house. He limps over to the fireplace and begins grabbing a new log and some kindling. After a few moments of arranging the kindling just right he turns to grab some small twigs.
A few minutes pass before a muffled yell comes from the bathroom.
"Phil, where did you get this shirt?"
The avian pulls out some flint and steel as he calls back.
"From the floor mate you really need to tidy that room."
"You're sure it wasn't on my bed?"
With cold fingers he strikes the flint against the steel it clicks but no spark. Philza curses under his breath before replying,
"I mean it was by your bed on the floor."
He crouched closer to the fireplace almost sitting inside it as he tries again. A spark flies for a moment before flickering out on a small twig.
Technos voice floats out of the bathroom a tad strained,
"Did you see a needle and thread there by any chance?"
"No…. But it might have rolled underneath your bed why?"
The sparks finally catching this time around
The bathroom door flies open as Techno Blade speeds toward his room. Coming to a stop at his bed he crouches on the floor, his eyes and scarred hands searching over the dusty wood for a flash of cold silver or the round wooden spool of white thread.
He doesn't find it.
"Shit"
He bolts out of the room.
"TOMMY!" He shouts, slamming into the stairs in his panic. Scrambling up the hardwood, the sixth step creaking loudly on his way up.
"What!" Phil splutters from down stairs, his wings puffing out slightly in shock.
The door upstairs slams open and not a moment afterward a loud "FUCK!" follows.
The finally thriving little fire forgotten Phil drops the flint and steel onto the floor in his scramble to get to the stairs. Flint and steel clatter to the ground.
Once Phil reaches his room he sags against the doorway as his eldest son throws open the doors to his closet, immediately begining to violently shoving clothes aside.
"No no no no! Where is he!" his voice barely a mutter in his panic.
"Mate what are you on about? Why would Tommy be here?" Phil pleads. Techno Blade turns, grabbing his fathers arms tightly, expression desperate.
"We don't have enough time for me to explain it all now we have to find him! I brought Tommy here before those government loving idiots dragged me off to kill me!"
Letting his father go he rushed down the stairs.
"He was almost dead when I found him!" Techno Blade shouts up the stairs as he turns the corner into the living room.
After a moment of his brain rebooting Phil tumbled down the stair almost screeching,
"I'm sorry…WHAT!"
"Question me about it later, old man! Help. me. find. him!" Techno grunts picking his father up off the floor as he passes by dragging the poor old man with him.
The Emerald duo tore through the house. Phil in the kitchen shoving pots and pans loudly to the side searching through the cupboards. Under the table and in the pantry. While his eldest searched outside for small footprints.
Breathing out a relieved sigh when he found none he stomped his way back into the warm house, the cold air from outside clung to his skin as warmth slowly seeped in through the massive hole in his shirt, he decided to search the attic next.
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In a hidden corner of the basement Tommy shrinks further into a corner. Pulling the thick dark green comforter over his head as dust rains down from the ceiling. Loud voices shout above and heavy boots rush around the house.
' Please don't let them find me' , squeezing his eyes shut, he prays to Drista.
' please'