Phil was sitting at the table of his house, reading a couple of Techno's letters after they had arrived, his book at his side.

It was mainly some letters about what he's been doing and wanting to come back to him soon. Something about blood for the blood god, Phil's not too sure, but he loves Techno regardless. Kristen is off doing some god stuff, with death and all. Gods know what that's about.

He finished reading up on Techno's letters about his farm and potatoes, putting them aside as he writes something back about how glad he is that Techno's doing good. Phil never really got into many stuff like arguments or some scenario that'd really harm him. Not recently at least. He's just been taking care of Tommy and the other two— Ranboo and Tubbo. Even though they're not really his children.

He's not too sure where Wilbur went, but he won't question it. His son went crazy long ago and got revived now— there's no telling what really happened. He sometimes wishes old Wilbur could come back. Or Ghostbur, at least.

He was wearing his casual outfit, the same one he usually wears, wings folded in on themselves as he sits idly for a second before putting the letters into envelopes to mail them to Techno later. He grabs his book and opens it to the bookmark, to continue reading.