Third Person
The soft sun rays blasted through the kitchen window. It was 10 am, and Philza was up, the sound of sizzling eggs filling the room. Saturday mornings were Phil's favourite. The strong aroma of eggs filled the entire house, awaking the three sleepy boys who were still snuggled up in their velvet duvets.
Light footsteps came sluggishly down the stairs, and Phil immediately knew it was Wilbur.
"Mornin' Will", Phil said, only getting a groan of a response out of Wilbur. The stern footsteps of Techno could be heard next, as he jogged down the stairs and immediately plopped into his seat.
"Morning Phil", he spoke, putting on his broken glasses and pulling out a book, while Wilbur mindlessly scrolled through twitter.
Phil laid the eggs out on the table, and as if on cue, the boisterous footsteps of the loud child came running down the stairs.
"Morning!", Tommy practically yelled, picking up his plate of delicious eggs and tucking in, savouring the rich taste.
"Jesus christ Tommy, how do you always have so much energy", Wilbur lazily commented, digging his fork into the pale food. Techno's eyes remained locked onto his book.
"Cuz I aint no pussy bitch!" Tommy snorted.
Wilbur just mentally facepalmed, "Shut the hell up child." This earned a glare from Tommy.
"How DARE YOU!!! I'll have you know I am the BIGGEST man there is!" Tommy practically shouted the house down. Techno flinched at the sudden noise, before rolling his eyes and returning his attention to his story.
"Alright alright, enough you two", Phil finally stepped in, hushing the two boys. Everyone ate in a comfortable silence, the sweet mornings breeze the only noise to be heard and the occasional page turning. Phil loved Saturday mornings.
He loved his boys.
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