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~TW small swearing, panic attack~

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Phil POV

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It had been about 40-ish minutes since Tommy and Autumn had excused themselves, and, as much as I was enjoying watching Hamilton with Wilbur, Techno, and Kristen, I was starting to get a little worried.

Getting up from my comfortable seat on the couch, I slowly made my way out of the living room and over to the stairwell that led upstairs.

When I got upstairs, it was oddly quiet. That was not normal with 2 teenagers. Deciding to look for them, I checked both bathrooms, then Tommy's room, before checking the last place I thought they might be. Autumn's room.

When I opened the door, I immediately saw why they weren't back downstairs. Both of them were laying down on Autumn's bed, Tommy cuddled into her side while she had her... cat tail? Wrapped around his leg and her arm wrapped around his back, holding him close.

I 'awh'ed and pulled out my phone to take a quick photo of them cuddling to show Kristen later. As I took the photo I saw her ear twitch, indicating that she was semi-conscious and acknowledged that I was there.

Looking at them a little bit longer, I realized that Autumn now had the features of a goat hybrid.

'Odd. Wasn't she a fox hybrid earlier? I'll have to ask her tomorrow when they wake up.'

Then, I closed the door quietly and made my way back downstairs to continue watching Hamilton with them before sending them all to bed.

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Autumn POV

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~Timeskip to the next morning~

As I am waking up to the morning sunlight peeking through my curtains, I felt an unfamiliar weight on the side of my chest. Opening my eyes, I saw Tommy still cuddled into the side of my chest, my arm still wrapped around him from the night before. (STILL JUST PLATONIC FLUFF)

I smiled as I remembered some of the events from before, but I still needed to ask him why he did it. I frowned at the thought, but I knew that I would have to ask at a later date because he looked too peaceful right now.

Deciding to stay in bed for a little longer, I reached over to my bag and pulled out The Art of War, and started from the page that I had marked earlier.

As I was reading, I began to play with Tommy's hair and saw his ears twitch in happiness as I did so. I continued reading my book for the next 30 minutes or so, still playing with Tommy's hair, but abruptly, my stomach began to protest the fact that I had not eaten yet.

Looking at the clock on my nightstand which read 8:23, I decided to give in to my stomach's desires and marked my page before setting it down and trying to get up.

Carefully I navigated my way out of Tommy's grasp, leaving him to cling to the pillows, but making sure not to wake him up. After getting out of bed, I grabbed my book again and quietly made my way out of my room, closing the door behind me.

After shutting the door, I made my way over to the stairwell and went downstairs book in hand. Once downstairs, I noticed Phil standing in the kitchen, over by the counters. Making my way over, I made my presence known, it seemed he did not notice that I was awake yet.

       "Hey, Phil?" Right after the words had left my lips, settling into the prior silence of the morning, I saw Phil jump slightly due to not knowing that I was there. I chuckled, my short tail swishing in amusement, the book still clutched in hand.