The King of Crows

A Silvery Box

Two days had passed by, fairly quickly too. Maybe because of the amount of fun I was having with Philza and the murder of crows that followed us both around like a pack of children. I was packing up everything we needed for the day trip to Alton Towers, the others were having fun; the crows were flying around landing on me and Phil, while the man himself was trying his best to calm them all down. Or, at least, some of them. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, my hips got smacked by its filled up self.

"Stupid thing," I groaned out, rubbing the red mark appearing on my waist. "You ready Phil?"

"I am indeed," He informed me, spinning around so his body faced me instead of the murder. "Though I can not say much for them. In fact I can not tell if they are okay; they are being quite fidgety. More than usual actually."

"Huh, maybe they're excited?" I questioned, glancing at a small murder of crows huddled together. They looked like they were about to start a ritual, but all huddled together instead of in a circle. Like all the movies, shows and the stereotypical sort of thing show it. "Yeah... let's go with that. A whole ass ritual-worthy amount of crows are excited. Did you give them anything out of the ordinary?"

"Not that I can think of," Phil folded his arms, brows furrowed as he looked down at the livingroom floor. After a second or two, he looked back at me with brows raised. "I was looking for something for the murder to consume all together; that confusing silvery box had quite an amount of food inside, though it was quite cold inside the box. How much ice do you need to put inside one of those compartments daily just to keep it at that level of temperature?"

"The fridge," I blandly answered, trying to process all the words he had just spoken. It took me a second more to register everything, but in the end I was able to understand it all. "Oh yeah, there is ice inside of it, but there's a dial on one of the fridge's walls to control how cold it is. I don't put any ice inside everyday; if I did do that I'd be able to pick you up no problem."

"Indeed, you get a little metallic creature to control the box's temperature for you?" Phil walked over to the kitchen's entrance, in awe and interest at this new found discovery. "How fascinating! And it is called a 'dial' - if I recall correctly."

"Uhh, it's called a dial - yes - but it's not a creature," I corrected him, watching him open the fridge to look at it with more detail than before. Probably. Philza probably looked with detail the first time, that is him after all. Even from being with him for, around, three days. Maybe even four now. I lost track ages ago, and by lost track I mean I gave up. "I assure you, it's man-made. Humans made it."

"Hm, I guess these terrible beings are actually capable of doing something interesting and clever," Philza hummed at the end, still looking around the fridge. "Ah I believe I found it. Is this it?"

"Let me see," I quickly said, walking over to where he was standing. He was corrected, it was the dial resting beside its little buddy. "Yep, that's the dial. And that's the thermometer. It shows the temperature of the fridge."

"How fascinating," He hummed again, leaning back to close the fridge up. Lights inside turning off the second before it fully closed. "You modern humans have really been able to update the society you have grown to more than I could imagine. I saw everything they had created while I, and the murder, were venturing to your home. It is quite spectacular how much this disdainful species has grown to become more powerful. More disruptive."

I didn't dare to speak after that little rant of his, instead letting the silence comfortably surround us as we walked back to the living room. The crows stayed seated on whatever they were on to begin with, all their little beady eyes staring into our souls. While Phil seemed to be calm about their little faces, I almost had beads of sweat dripping down my face. Not wanting to know what those crows ever had done behind our backs.

"Well, everything's packed up and ready," I announced, clearing up all the silence that still remained left. Walking over towards one of the bags, I swung it over to Phil. Luckily he caught the bag, nothing delicate inside. "There. You got everything you and the crows need Phil?"

"Hm, yes I indeed do," He nodded, smiling as he roped the straps around his shoulder. "Somewhere in one of those cotton sacks. What even is in here?"

"Bags - and there's snacks for us in there, not for the crows," I corrected him, quickly answering the question he had asked. His eyes glanced down to look through the bag, looking back when he heard the sound of me picking up more bags. "You capable of carrying more bags?"

"Two more perhaps," He answered, huffing from the weight of two more bags strapped around his shoulders. I held the last bag, a backpack with everything else of importance. "This is... quite a load of food, do you not think?"

"Hmm, good idea actually," I answered, grabbing a spare backpack I had left on the sofa. "I think the three bags for snacks is too much; maybe just a backpack will do for all the snacks. You can deal with a backpack, can you?"

"Whatever this back-pack is, I can deal with it perfectly," Phil proudly answered, huffing again at all the weight being taken off of him by me. Carelessly emptying the bag's snacks into the open backpack, I was able to get all the snacks from the three bags into the one backpack. I really should've done that sooner. "Could you, uhm, help me secure this on my body?"

"Of course Phil," I smiled at him, noticing the pink tint on his cheeks as looked back at me. Helping him wrap the straps around his shoulders, I was careful with his coat, not wanting to damage it by accident. I could feel his gaze on me, watching me closely as I put the backpack on him.

When I was done, I leaned back to look proudly at him. Quickly noticing the pink tint that hadn't left his cheeks, his eyes averting to somewhere on my face. Not for long though, he looked back at my eyes after that second or two. Steel-blue eyes filled with warmth continued to keep his gaze on me, sometimes looking away for a split second to look at something on my face.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, worried for him and my own face at this point. "Come on. You can't just look at my face forever and not tell me what's wrong!"

"There is nothing wrong with your face Y/N!" He protested, smiling back at me. The pink tint still not fading. "It is actually quite beautiful. I can not deny it in the slightest."

"I-" I sputtered out, not knowing what to say after something so bold. Shaking my head slightly, I was able to find the words to speak. "Thank you Phil, I appreciate that." I heard a car pull up outside my house, turning my head I noticed it was the Taxi I had called at some point through the ordeal. "I forgot about that; the Taxi's here, let's go."

"Okay! What is a Taxi by chance?" He asked me, following me to the front door. The crows hobbling or flying behind us.

"Basically a man-made carriage that can drive without a horse," I answered, hoping he'd understand the way I tried to put it.

"That actually helped me understand it to a definite point," He responded, following me out the door after I opened it. Letting the massive murder of crows exit, I closed the door after checking they were all out. "Now we shall go forth to this, uh, what was it mentioned as again?"

"Alton Towers, an amusement park," I explained, both of us walking over to the car with the crows flying over us and the vehicle. We were ready!