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Missa needed a plan.
Now that he didn't have to be worried about Phil not reciprocating his feelings he wanted to have what he had hoped for.
An actual relationship.
It was late at night and Phil was fast asleep next to him when he crawled out of bed, he had to be extremely careful not to wake the blond or bump his wings.
Once he was out of the bed he decided he would go to the basement to plan, he hadn't been down there for ages.
He walked outside the house shivering slightly as the cold of the night nipped at his skin?
Bones?
Whichever, he walked quickly over to the trapdoor which led to the basment. Once in he went down the next trapdoor careful not to wake Chayanne.
Once he got down there though there was a surprise.
A welcomed one, but a surprise non the less.
In the corner of the rather spacious basment was a small...nest?
It must be Phil's as he can see one of the man's old backpacks strewn next to it.
Looking closer he could see all the things he had given Phil from his adventures.
Every last one.
He couldn't believe it, they were all down here. Well other than the emerald that is snuggly connected to the bucket hat laying upstairs next to their bed.
He got closer to the nest and spotted something that made his face warm up and go slightly pink.
In the middle of that said nest was a couple of his own shirts, including one of his favorites that he had been looking for since he got back.
That sly avian, he told him that it must of gotten lost somewhere and had even helped him "look" for it.
He couldn't be mad though, he was far from it.
God, he loved that man.
He quietly looked around the nest, when the trapdoor opened and said man came down the ladder.
He had been caught.
"Missa?" Phil sounded groggy and half asleep.
"... Yes? " Missa said slightly guilty.
Phil looked at him then noticed what he had saw. The avians face light up in flames and he immediately tried to apologize.
"Ah, shit um funny story? " He started before apologizing for the nest saying he would clean it up and how it was his silly crow brain.
His wings were quivering anxiously.
However while he was caught up trying to save himself from a problem that didn't actually exist Missa came closer.
Plan be damned the bird was too cute.
Soon Missa was right in front of him and he quickly shut up.
His face was red again as Missa whispered.
"It's...lindo querido" Missa said before kissing him.
(It's cute darling)
Phil's translator wasn't able to pick up the reapers words as he whispered them so quietly.
He didn't care anymore though as Missa was kiSSING HIM.
His wings were so fluffy they could hide a body, his probably because he was definitely dead. This couldn't be real.
He kissed back quickly as he felt Missa getting hesitant.
They broke apart after a couple seconds that felt like hours and Missa went to apologize for kissing him without asking when Phil dragged him back in again.
They kissed and kissed until they both realized that it was extremely late, they had a small child and needed to get to bed.
The avian slowly dragged Missa up out of the basement and back into the house.
They both flopped onto the bed unceremoniously and cuddled up.
They no longer had to wait for sleep to cuddle they could do it when they wanted now.
Phil's wings were calm once more as he finally had what he wanted.
And if a couple of kisses were stolen before they went to bed.
That was their business only.