Your scars remain

Chapter 8: Midnight

Crack
Midnight Heartbreak
It's Phil not Master
Crack

I keep forgetting to add in chapter TWs

TWs // Panic Attack

"Big G Man!" Tommy smiled widely when a parrot hybrid walked in.

"Tommy!" The man smiled as well.

Karl glanced between them as they exchanged an increasingly difficult handshake gesture.

"Right, Grian, this is Phil's new kid, Karl, Karl is this, we'll uh..." The blonde coughed. "Phil's failed adoption."

"Karl, was it?" The avian- Grian grinned. "Hi, I'm homeless!"

The man made a gesture only akin to putting on a pair of sunglasses.

"Hi homeless, I'm dad," Master seemed to appear in the living room doorway, leaning against it and sipping a cup of coffee.

"I don't need your fatherly affection!" Grian waved him off.

"Mhm," Master nodded, unbelievingly, and took another sip of coffee.

"Where's Wilbur?" The avian asked earnestly.

"He's in his room," Tommy leaned in closer, then, in a loud whisper as if sharing a secret said, "Him and Quackity are holding hands !"

Grian gasped dramatically.

" Before marriage?!?! How could they!"

Both Tommy and Grian burst into giggles.

It took them a few minutes to quiet down. Tommy collapsed on the couch next to Karl, who instinctively scooched over to give him room, and Grian made himself comfortable in the plush chair.

"So..." Tommy frowned at Grian. "Still homeless?"

"Ah, yeah," The avian huffed.

"Seriously, you're the co-owner of literally the largest shopping district in the world, how do you not have at least an apartment?!?! "

"Scar's guest room is comfortable, what have I got to say?" Grian gave a sheepish smile. "Mumbo still insists I need to add a back to my house, but I haven't found the time or energy."

"Well you know our door is still open, right?" Master asked.

"I know I know," Grian rolled his eyes fondly. "And I know you'd love to have another avian in the house."

"...Maybe." It was obvious that's part of it.

"Anyway, the main reason I'm here," Grian pulled out a letter, unfolded it, and showed the front to Master. It wasn't a letter. It was some small print documentations that Karl couldn't quite make out much text to. It was mostly filled out with only one space left empty for a (probably Grian's) signature. The avian raised an eyebrow. Tommy burst out laughing.

"But can you blame him?!?!" He wheezed.

Phil chuckled as well. Grian himself cracked a smile.

"Nice try but I'm not that easy. Anyway, this was cool, but I better get going, Boatem meeting to get to!"

"Don't blow each other up this time!" Tommy smirked.

"No promises," Grian grinned. He held out a hand for another one of their intercut handshake. Tommy raised an eyebrow.

"I can read your emotions," He deadpanned, "I know one of Mumbo's shock things is attached to your hand."

"You're getting good," Grian laughed, pulling off a patch Karl didn't see before and sticking it in his pocket.