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IX- Oddly Clingy -

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IX
- Oddly Clingy -

A plume of purplish-green smoke made Phil lift the arm that isn't yielding his blade to cover his nose and mouth for the few moments it existed and a little bit after it didn't.

Then Phil stood there for about a minute, eyes strained and breathing unnaturally shallow he was brought out from his stupor upon hearing the laughter of his children.

His wings extended out, the entirety of his body leaning backward until he was inevitably free-falling from a distance that would be fatal.

Except for him such a distance never is. His wings carried him down to the ground in a soft landing, feet touching the ground and feeling heavier than what they usually do.

A million thoughts swirled through his still static-induced mind as he moved to rest one knee on the ground.

Fingers brushing up against the grass they eventually made their way to an object made of curiously clean gold. The glass that circled the middle encased the layout of a clock — the minute hands also made of gold, but they remained unmoving.

Using his other hand he trailed that of a long chain that also happened to be made of gold.

He squinted in scrutiny. Anger pulsed through his chest and made his teeth grit together, the wings in his back remaining stiff the longer he stared at what he recognized to be a compass of sorts.

Laughter broke out again from inside the house, and now Phil quickly concluded that he had two choices of action.

Chase after whoever had just dropped the mysterious gold compass.

Or join his kids and bond with them like a father.

The thoughts of spending time with the newest addition as well as with everyone else gave him a quick serotonin boost.

That as well as nursing his daughter back to health was also rather tempting.

But if he were to leave the intruder he'd just tried to take down alone, then he'd only be putting the others and himself in danger.

Time has already been wasted by spending it thinking the choices over. Thought Phil in frustration. I'll have to act now if I wish to find who it is.

Whoever it was he'd encountered had disappeared in the snap of a finger. The distinct colors of purple and green were their smoke, the color not anything he's ever seen when it came to teleportation magic.

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