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phil sighed, pushing his hair back off his forehead as he stared at the bowl of icecream, chocolate syrup almost dripping off the edge and crushed cookies and walnuts messily thrown on top of it. it didn't look as irresistible and appetising as phil thought it would look, but he still shrugged, shoving a spoon on the side and carrying the bowl in one of his large hands.

adrian had refused to come to the dinner table to have lunch, or even hand phil the list of things he needed for camp. his annoyance and anger was justified, but he couldn't blame phil. it was barely seven in the morning and adrian was talking about human bones. not to mention the way he said uncle chris; phil wanted to throw him down a volcano.

phil was meant to snap at that.

either way, phil was older and was supposed to be the 'mature' one in this situation, so as soon as dan left the house to go and get all the stuff adrian needed, phil had set himself towards the kitchen, trying to make the best icecream he could in exchange for forgiveness.

phil wasn't sure if his idea would work.

he contemplated knocking on the door before he went in, but he was afraid adrian would either respond in a passive aggressive statement or simply taunt him like the last time.

"if you're dad, go back to sleep because you really need it, and i would hate to disturb you again,"

adrian had said the last time phil tried coming in his room, so this time he just slowly pushed open the door, only to find adrian resting back against the pillows, a book in his hand.

"hey," phil muttered, taking a small step inside to test the waters but adrian just shot him an angry look, quickly diverting his eyes back towards the book he was reading.

"i've read that book," phil tried making a conversation and adrian just peeked at him through his hair dismissively.

"are you still mad at me?" phil sat down on his bed, some of the icecream melting and spilling on his fingers, which he decided to ignore for now. "i made this for you," phil pushed his hand towards adrian, careful to avoid the book so he doesn't get any icecream on it, and adrian just lowered his book slightly, tentatively peeking inside the bowl.

"icecream?" he spoke for the first time to phil after what happened in the morning and phil just grinned at him while nodding, handing him the bowl forcefully after grabbing the book with his clean hand, making sure to place the bookmark before closing it.

"sorry for yelling at you in the morning," phil scratched the back of his head, and adrian squinted at him for a moment before pushing a spoonful of icecream in his mouth to stop himself from smiling in victory.

adrian only hummed in approval and phil could see the smirk form on the child's face, causing him to slap adrian playfully across his head.

"hey!" adrian whined. "what was that for?"

"for being a stubborn child! who ignores their father for the whole day?" phil yelled at him, and adrian just laughed, covering his mouth with the back of his hand so he doesn't be too loud.

"i just asked you if there were five hundred bones in our body! you were the one who started screaming," adrian reasoned and phil rolled his eyes.

"there are two hundred bones in our body," phil stated and adrian scoffed before correcting him.

"two hundred-" he pointed his finger in phil's face. "and six," he paused. "get your facts right,"

"yeah yeah," phil slapped adrian's hand out of his face, adoringly watching as he ate his icecream. at least he seemed to like it.

"do you need help with packing?" phil asked after a moment, ruffling adrian's hair and getting off the bed. "or should i just go to sleep as you suggested?" phil teased and adrian rolled his eyes, picking up a small pillow from beside him and throwing it at phil who just laughed as it hit his torso.

"suitcase is in the third shelf thanks,"

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