chapter xxxi

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tw// underage drinking / violence / murder


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This was it.

Tommy stared at the familiar door in front of him.

His bag was packed and ready to go.

He got this.

He had a bottle of wine in his bag, and weapons in case everything went wrong.

Which it won't, because Tommy was so pog and epic and was too cool to fail.

He got this.

He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

It opened widely.

"Thomas!" Phil announced, eyes wide and sparkling.

Tommy raises an eyebrow.

What the fuck?

Tommy strains a smile.

He got this.

"Emperor Phil, what a delight to see you."

Phil doesn't even blink an eye, welcoming Tommy into his room.

Tommy looked around, before looking at the ceiling.

He smiles, knowing he'd snuck on the roof while Phil was at dinner and cut a circular indent into the glass skyroof, just in case

(Which he of course wouldn't need, because he got this)

"I'm glad you've decided to get over your nonsense and retake the throne that was always rightfully yours."

And that's pretty much what throws Tommy completely off his game.

Nevermind, he don't got this.

"Pardon me, but I've decided to do what?"

Phil looks perplexed.

"Is that not why you're here, after not visiting for years, with your apology?"

Tommy laughed it off.

"Haha, you are indeed correct, your highness. So correct. Ha. Haha."

Phil merely smiled.

"That's what I thought. Come here, future king Thomas, and let us drink to that!"

Phil reached for the wine bottle in Tommy's bag, and he flinched.

Phil raised an eyebrow, but Tommy was quick to track back.

"Sorry, your highness, to startle you, but allow me to pour us our drinks."

I mean, the last thing he'd want to do is drink poisoned wine.

He's a minor!

And probably also because it contains lethal amounts of cyanide.

Phil stepped back.

"Of course."

Tommy reached into his bag and got two wine glasses that somehow magically were able to fit in his bag.

Phil watched in anticipation as Tommy poured two equal portions of wine into each glass.

Tommy stared at the wine bottle in his hand, and in the two cups.

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