Healing takes time, not repression

Meeting

Tommy's breath quickened as the sight became clearer to him. He stood frozen as the pair reached the entrance to his arm. He quickly dropped his hoe and unsheathed his sword.

He waited for a hit, a clank of a sword, or the splash of a potion, but it never came. All that came when he looked at the two was confusion when he saw the shocked and emotional faces on the older's face.

"Tommy...?"

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A man with blond shoulder length hair and dark grey, tinted green wings, along with a taller figure with pink hair down to the middle of his back, tied loosely in a pony tail that wasn't tied near his head, and a pig like half mask, stood frozen as they looked at the boy. When they had gone out to find another mansion Ranboo had somehow found another map for, they didn't expect to find the gremlin child that didn't look very childlike anymore. 

Techno and Phil didn't move, nor did Tommy. The three stood stiffly, the youngest never letting is guard drop, even when the two had disarmed themselves and had taken off their helmets. Techno took this time to analyze the boy in front of him. He almost hadn't recognized him when they had approached the little farm. He had a thin tail that currently was curled against his leg unmoving, his fingers had grown in length and now had a charred look on the tips of them. Techno then let his eyes glance to the boys face, taking note of how many more freckles that seemed to have appeared during the last three years. The blonde's ears now had a little point to them, but not as long to be able to match Techno's. He glanced up to the hair, he took of how the kid let his hair grow, tying it back into a small pony. His hair parted slightly on two sides making it seem like two horns were growing. He briefly wondered if Tommy had even took notice of the small detail. Lastly he looked at Tommy's eyes, yellow circled the rounding of the eye, getting more orange towards the bottom of the eye. The edges of the white part of the eye had a brown tint to them, along with small, jagged lines in the mix. Based on this, Techno hypothesized Tommy to be part blaze. It suited the kid in his opinion. A fiery personality mixed with a fiery mob.  

Techno then took notice of the boy's outfit. He wore a tucked in red sweater with green patches on the upper left side of it. Wilbur's old brown coat sat on his shoulders as well It looked stitched and patched. He felt a ghost of a smile form on his lips when he saw how Tommy had grown into it, the sleeves now fitting as they should instead of completely covering the boy's hands. He wore black, somewhat ripped jeans and a pair of oddly familiar boots. He looked back up to Tommy's face, his mood dampening when he saw the boy's eyes as a whole instead of just noticing the changed details. His eyes no longer held any childlike, mischievous spark to them. They now held a baby blue dullness in replacement. Through the scared look on the kid's face, he saw how much his face had matured. He wondered if Tommy had matured with it. 

"Hey Toms..." Phil started. The man had long since changed out of his green robes, taking in more of Techno's style, but still holding onto his bucket hat and Japanese anime character aspects. "We won't hurt you I promise. We have no reason to attack you." 

Tommy stayed stiffened, but seemed to regain is composure a bit more. He put his sword away and picked up the iron hoe, seemingly planning on continuing to harvest and fix dirt. Clementine circled his feat, snapping her head at the two supposed strangers anytime they made a movement. 

"Hey Phil. Hey Techno." He stage whispered. Not quite trusting the situation. Phil raised his eyebrows at the change of voice. It had deepened a bit since they had last talked. 
"Hello Tommy." Techno offered in return. He wasn't one for conversation, especially an awkward one, but this brother like kid hasn't been seen in three years and he wasn't about to leave him and not say anything.