To my sons... (sleepy bois fanfic )

☀️-chapter 2-☀️

Philza woke up quite early in the morning so he could go get his stand up. He headed to town hearing the birds sing and the wind whistle a tone as he traveled to town. once he had gotten there and set up his stand he greeted people as they walked by. If you asked anyone they would say he was one of the nicest people in the town since he would help anyone down on they're luck and had great prices.

He overheard some people gossip once and a while but usually payed no mind to it. Today's gossip did take his interest though. He would hear once and a while over all of the sounds of the town of a boy in a yellow sweater who had a guitar stealing from the shops and stands. This surprised him since there wasn't many children in this part of the town, usually families lived in the country side in they're own little districts and towns and only came down to this part of town for the shops and schooling. Right after the children would head home. So where did the boy come from?

Through he entire day he kept his eyes open for a boy with a yellow sweater, and surprisingly he had found him stealing from a few shops away when he was packing up to go home. Once he finished he walked over to the boy, waving his hand towards him startling the boy.
"I mean no harm. What might you be doing over here?"
The boy looked away from Philza before bolting away.
Right this kid was a thief. Philza flapped his wings and flew ahead of the boy before landing stoping him in his tracks. He noticed the apples in his hands. He also noticed how thin and dirty the boy was, as if he haven't eaten in a while and had not bathed in a while.
"Now I don't think those belong to you young man, but if you need me to I can pay for you."
"I don't need help from an old man like you!" He was short with brown fluffy hair. His eyes were brown like cocoa beans and his sweater was a bright yellow like sunflowers, but it of course was dirty so it wasn't as vibrant as it probably would be clean. This pants were ripped and his knees were scrapped a bit. His ears were noticeably pointy but not long. He seemed to have small tusks in his mouth too, not large ones though. He also had a guitar over his shoulders held on with a strap and round glasses that were quite cracked.
"Trust me, in the condition your in you might need it, do you have parents near? Maybe you could ask them for help?"
"I don't have parents." The boy said strongly.
Well this didn't surprise Philza a lot due to the condition the boy was in, it was still shocking. How long had he been on his own?
"Maybe you'd like to come live with me on my farm? I'd be nice to have some company for once." Phil had never thought he'd be a father, or a guardian, yet here he is asking a child if he wanted to stay with him.
The boy looked at the ground for a second. Kicking at the ground. Was he scared?
"N-no I'm fine."
"Well let me at least help you pay for those apples now. I'm Philza and I live on the house on the hill with the farm land around it, and if you ever need anything don't be scared to stop by and ask." Philza had taken the boys hand, which the boy was hesitant about but aloud(better than not having someone with you in the busy streets). Philza had paid for the apple and gave the boy a bit to keep him stable for a little.

The boy looked up at Philza and thank him and started to walk away. Before the boy could get far philza stoped him again. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"
He looked up to him and whispered slightly, "Wilbur.."
"Well Wilbur If you need me you know where to find me, and don't be scared to ask for help."

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Word count :717 words

I'm tired but I'm gonna start chap 3 with techno info so have fun. Oh yeah and it's my birthday, even if it's 1 am- happy birthday me!