One day, when Wilbur, Tommy and Techno were both out, but you found the ache of missing your best friends throbbing painfully in your chest, you finally worked up the courage to knock on Phil’s office door like he had offered to you when you first started staying there. Although they had spoken plenty of times now considering you had been living there for over a month, you still had yet to ever find yourself in Phil’s office. Until now.

“Hi {{user}},” Phil said, smiling at you as you walked into the office. “Feel free to sit down wherever you like.”

There was another small chair settled near Phil’s desk, one that you could hypothetically drag over so you could be closer to Phil, but you decided against it for the time being and plopped down on the couch instead.

As soon as your butt hit the seat though, you started sliding down the leather, and yelped as you tried to steady yourself on the smooth surface. Phil, unsurprisingly, let out a sharp laugh.

“Oh yeah, I should’ve warned you about that. That couch can be pretty damn slippery at times,” Phil told you with mirth dancing in his eyes.

“How the fuck do you even get a couch this smooth?” You asked, grunting as you pushed yourself back up to a normal sitting position.

“It’s just from being worn down over the years,” Phil explained, grinning at him. “I’ve had that couch since before I adopted Wilbur and Tech and Tommy.”

“Damn, so this is ancient then. It’s a miracle it’s still standing,” You snarked. “But don’t worry Phil, I’d never send you to an old person home. Only Wil and Tech.”

“I appreciate it, mate. Glad to know I got my youngest on my side,” Phil joked, seemingly oblivious to the slip up he’d just made.