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Philips and Morpheus Meet. Pt:5

He grinned. "I'll make you come visit me, or else I'll come visit you, and I don't know if your 'friends' will be too happy if they see me." He winked, then smirked. "Are you going to tell me what you hid in the bathroom?"

She laughs and replies, "my old dress. I still have it to this day. It's just an odd connection I have to it."

She then releces him before walking over to where she had hidden it and pulls out the ragity dress and shows it to him.

He laughs. "You can keep it if you want it, but otherwise I'm going to hang it up, right with all the fancy dresses I make for no reason at all." He grins. "Come to think of it, you can have all those, too. I have no one else to give them to."

She then chuckles and replies, " I'm pretty sure that they won't fit me but I think I know of someone who they might..."

She thinks of forcing Jazy to wear them and then shove her into Ghost. She snickers at the thought.

He tilts his head, curious, but chuckles. "Knowing you, it'll be something I wish I could watch." He sits in the chair he'd occupied just a few hours earlier, before little Philips appeared, and grinned. "Well, now we know why Snowflake sent you here, of all places. But you're still going to stay the rest of the week with me, right?"

She takes a seat on the chair next to him and grins, "I still have those volunteer hours to complete. And no, I don't know why snow sent me here. Personally I think it's because I told her that were out of corndogs."

He laughs. "Well, if she hadn't sent you here, you wouldn't have been here when your younger self got here, and I wouldn't have had the slightest idea what to do with you. And you wouldn't have kept that naughty promise you made to remember me when you were fighting so hard to forget everything else that was happening to you." His grin fades, and he grows thoughtful, watching her. "Philips... do you still have those chains?"

She nods and her wrists glow and after they die down they're on her. She smiles and says, "I now use them as a weapon."

He found himself fighting tears again, something he nearly never did, so he smiled and stood, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet beside him. "Funny, you HAVE grown, if not by much." He winks and lets go of her hand. "So. You can give yourself wings, but do you know how to use them?"

She puts her chains away and asks "what kind?" With a smirk.

He chuckles. "Like mine. If you can pull them off," he adds in a challenging tone.

She shifts herself to be at his hight and looks exactly like him and in his voice she says, "try me." Before fluttering the wings.

He rolls his eyes. "I don't want you to BE me, I believe I'd start a war for dominance with myself, and it wouldn't end well. Besides, I already know I suit my wings, I was asking if YOU could. Go back to..." he puts his hand at his waist, though he knows she almost reaches his chest "little you."

She puffs her cheeks and goes back to her original form but keeps the wings. "I'm not that short." She mumbles.

He snickers. "I know. I just like messing with you. But you've gotta make the wings smaller too, those are now proportionately off and will take you spinning out of control if you try to fly with them."

"You know what?" She pulls the wings back in and a new set shoot right out that are preportional but have an orange and blue stained glass window effect. "There."

He grinned. "Much better. Shall we test them out?"

Philips put on one of her famous poker faces and replies in a monotone voice, "sure." She then grins like an idiot and jumps out the window before soaring like an eagle. She folds her arms and raised a brow.