you took my broken melody and now, i hear a symphony
“Another kid,” Wilbur said, stepping back from the door. Philza just nodded and stepped into the doorway, crossing his arms and flaring his wings slightly, an intimidating figure.
“You know the deal,” the social worker said, her voice making it clear there was going to be no arguing. Tommy wondered if anyone could argue with the man in front of him.
“You know I won’t refuse,” Philza said. For a long moment, he and the social worker locked eyes. Then she lowered her gaze and stepped back.
“I’ll leave you to settle in then.” She handed Tommy the bag of items and turned to leave.
“W- that’s it?” he demanded. She paused, turning back, and shrugged.
“I’m sure you can figure it out from here.” With that, she returned to the car, slipping into the front seat and started the engine.