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Tubbo stared aghast at the site of the stone cold man, dark wings splayed behind him like an aura of death. A trembling boy beneath his feet, faded golden hair and nails digging into his own skin.The robed man known as Philza Minecraft didn't even glance up to see the goat hybrid, deep blue eyed glaring at the figure, ticking Tubbo off. The short but muscular boy had no hesitance as he stepped in front of the eyesight of the harrowing man, protectively shielding his friend, Tommy. The boy finally forced his gaze up to see Tubbo, faded gray eyes threatening to well with tears.
"Philza." The man stared down, nose wrinkled up. "Get the fuck out of here." The voice was low, fear disappearing as he challenged the taller's stance, blocking Tommy with a broad figure, making himself taller with a puff of his chest. Philza stood silent for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips. "What, I can't visit my son Tubbo? You may be president but you tell me what to do." A menacing tone stuck in his accent, Tubbo using all his power not to tremble. "How.. Dare you even refer to yourself as a father-" Tubbo hissed, cutting off whatever Phil was going to say. "You are a sad excuse for a father, leaving him. Get the fuck out of my country." His stance didn't shiver, fists balled up and his pointed teeth gritted in a warning. Phil seemed shocked but regained his composure as he gave a finally glance to the only part of Tommy he could barely see, and turned away with a lower of his wings and a swish of his robe.
Tubbo released a breath he didn't realize he was holding and turned to the out-stretched boy, kneeling down to him. "Hey Tom it's ok." He softly told him, lightly laying a hand of the others knee to calm him down. Tommy bore his eyes into the stone flooring, grasping onto something to hold. He found himself to Tubbo's hand, the warmness soothing him as he held onto his friend's hand tightly. Tubbo looked at him with a soft smile, pity he could take right now, as the other muttered something Tommy could't focus onto. Suddenly he was being pulled up, strong arms supporting his leaning weight. Tubbo seemed happy, chatting about something Tommy couldn't quite hear. Too many thoughts, he clutched the goat boy's hand tighter, hardly noticing his click clack of hands on the wood planks of the path they walked upon. Tommy rubbed the remaining tears away with his other hand, a smile crossing his lips as his friend held onto him with a new feeling. Not pity, but tenderness.