|𝙰𝚐𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜| 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚖𝚙 (Retired)

🍭🍬𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎🍼🧃Phil+mumza

Little: 🪶Phil🪱
Caregiver: 🌟Kristin/the goddess of death💖

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Kristin, the beautiful mumza, lay with her love in her arms as he sipped on a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice. She'd made him breakfast, which consisted of sliced pancakes, applesauce, and of course his juice.

He was dressed in one of his own merch hoodies, and boxers. It was more comfortable then big clothes, he preferred it.

Kristin held up a fork with a pancake slice on it. "Open up precious, say 'aah' for tintin," she asked as Phil turned his head the opposite direction, still suckling on the bottle. The juice was sweet and easier to ingest then the pancakes.

"You've had enough juice Phil, you need something with sustenance," yet, Phil didn't, he kept shaking his head and pushing Kristin's hand away, drinking the last bit of his juice before beginning to whine. He pointed at the bottle and held it up for Kristin

"No, you had pleanty of juice love, you need food," Kristin held up the fork to Phil's lips before he grabbed it and tossed it across the room, the fork making a quiet clink as it hit the floor. Phil, who was now getting frustrated, began to whine more. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes

"Okay, alright angel, I'll get you more juice" Kristin got up, but as she did Phil whined and reached for her.

"My love, I can't do two things at once, I can't carry you and make you juice," her gentle hands held his face, Phil reached and held her hand in place. Feeling a knot in his throat as he looked up innocently at her

"Do you want milk instead? I can do that with you, how about that? I make you some milk?" Phil nodded at this, the knot clearing up as he felt no reason to cry

"M..hm ma,," He began to mumble but instead covered his face with his wings, holding onto her.

Kristin hummed in response, carrying Phil to their kitchen, holding the bottle in her free arm. A tall strong goddess, and her loving caring babe

She set Phil on the counter for a moment to wash the bottle, he was alright with this as long as she wasn't out of his sights he was fine:]
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In a few minutes, the bottle was prepared, actually about two of them, just in case. She handed the bottle to Phil, who latched onto the bottle quickly. She set him on his feet, so he could walk on his own for a little. Though, Phil just latched onto her hips and hurried his head into her side.

The door suddenly opened, though they didn't see who walked in, they only heard it. Phil hugged Kristen tighter, looking up with a bit of fear in his eyes.

The goddess held her hand out, a black flame manifested in her hands as she pointed it at the hall.

"Yo Phil, you home?" A decently grumbly
Male voice spoke, it got closer and closer.

"Phil?" Techno poked his head in

"Ah, hey, weapons down goddess," he spoke simply before staring at Phil "did I come at a bad time?"

Kristin sighed, lowering her hand "no, you didn't, just start knocking instead of barging in,"

"Phil gave me the keys though🤨"

"Still-" Phil let go and latched onto techno instead, smiling a little more

"Tech tech tech tech!" He seemed so happy:]

Techno just blinked, shook his head, and walked back out the door "call me back over when he's being himself again," he spoke walking off decently calmly. Phil just followed, you could tell because he wasn't sneaky at all, you could hear the pitter patter of his feet against the hardwood flooring.

"Tech:D"

"No- you stay with the goddess,"

"Tech:]" he shook his head and once more latched on, this time his wings held them together in a tight hug.

"I- fine-" techno nodded his head hugging back, he swore not to get too attached- fucking dammit. Anyways they like cuddled idk it's super early and I already wrote so much✋