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"Phil."
"Yes?"
"The last two times you've fostered a child, you ended up adopting them," the piglin hybrid, Techno, glared at the elytrian across the table.
"I don't see the problem with that?" Phil crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair, "Plus, I'd feel bad if I didn't."
"Phil, this household is already a nightmare. We don't need another chaos incarnate to add to it."
"The new kid might not be as chaotic as you'd think, mate," He shrugged.
The other sighed, "I-" Techno was rudely interrupted by a crash and some yelling from across the house, "..highly doubt it."
"GIVE THEM BACK, ASSHOLE!!" Another voice rang from the second floor.
"ONLY IF YOU TELL TUBBO TO GIVE MY BEANIE BACK!" A ghostly figure descended from the stairs and ran through the kitchen. The phantom held two circular objects, one with green in the middle and the other with white and purple stripes.
Soon after, a scrawny boy with small wings chased after the ghost. The avian paused, "PHIIIIL, CAN YOU TELL WILBUR TO GIVE MY DISCS BACK?" He grabbed the other by the arms and shook him.
Phil rolled his eyes, "Wilbur did mention Tubbo stole his beanie," "YOU'RE NO HELP!! TECHNO--" The avian turned to look at Techno, "Nope. I'm not involved in this." The piglin hybrid stood up and left the kitchen without another word.
A shorter boy then ran in, heavily breathing, "Oh my god, why are you guys so fast?" "Not my fault you're so slow, Tubbo." "Tommy. I hate you."
"Okay then-- Tubbo, give Wil back his hat, if he doesn't give the discs back, then come yell at me." Phil explained, clearly used to dealing with this.
"YES, PHILZA MINECRAFT!!" The two boys sprinted out, leaving Phil alone.
Well, maybe Techno had a point, but Phil did already tell them that he was available to foster the kid. Fate is a cruel beast, after all.