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Fit arrives at Philza’s house in a cloud of purple particles, the whooshing echo of his warp stone dissipating as he rubs his ears. He’s not a fan of the sound; it reminds him too much of the portals back on 2b2t. Specifically the ones he got trapped in for embarrassingly long periods of time.
As soon as he can see through the rapidly evaporating purple warp mist, he spots Lullah tending to her flowers outside of the house. Chayanne stands on guard nearby with a stern look on his face, which is contradicted by the silly looking inflated yellow duck floaty around his waist.
They both turn towards the noise and Lullah grins when she sees him. Even Chayanne’s usual serious expression softens a bit.
“Hello to you both!” Fit calls before clearing his throat. “Uh, do you know where your dad is?”
Lullah stands from her gardening and dusts off her dress before pointing towards the hatch by the side of the house.
Fit starts to walk towards it before he’s stopped by Lullah stepping in front of him, holding up a sign.
‘Is everything ok, Tio Fit? You look kind of panicked.’
Fit feels heat rise up his cheeks and holds out his hands placatingly. “I’m good, I’m good, don’t worry about me! Nothing going on here, nothing at all.”
Lullah tilts her head to the side before erasing her sign and writing a new message. ‘ That was not very convincing.’
Fit pretends to be hurt, hand to his chest. “Lullah, you hurt me! Whatever do you mean? I’m a perfect picture of calm.”
Chayanne silently raises a judging eyebrow in doubt from his post and Lullah goes from looking politely concerned to flat unimpressed.
“Now both of you? Come on, kids, I’m just an innocent little bald boy, give me a break,” Fit laments, hands on his hips.
Lullah giggles before giving him a quick hug around his waist and pushing him towards the hatch. As he comes to a stop in front of it, she takes her sign back out and writes on it again, turning it to show him.
‘ Whatever it is, Dad will help.’
Fit opens his mouth to thank her, but she quickly erases her sign and writes something else with a sly look on her face.
‘ Probably after laughing at you.’
A startled laugh erupts out of Fit. “You’re probably right. We’ll see, we’ll see.”
Fit leans over the hatch and calls down. “Phil! Phillip Craft, get your feathery butt over here!”
He barely straightens up before he hears a crash, a meow, an “Oops, sorry mate”, and a few thuds that would concern him if it were anyone else.
Fit leans against the wall of the house, tense, and restlessly shifts his weight from foot to foot. He crosses his arms, attempting to appear cool and collected, but ultimately failing as he turns to tapping his foot and glaring at the ground as his heart rate picks back up.
Finally, the hatch creeks and flies open, landing on the ground with a thud. Phil pops out with a surprised look.
Phil smiles as he adjusts his hat. “Fit EmCee! What brings you here- wait, are you blushing ? What the fuck?”
Fit answers the unspoken question of what happened to him by blurting out, “Phil, Pac called me Marido.”
Phil doesn't say anything for a moment, only blinks and raises an eyebrow. “....O...kay?”
“It means husband,” Fit translates in a grumble.
Phil doesn't react much as he climbs all the way out of the hatch to stand by Fit. “....well, you are married, aren't you?”
Fit runs a hand down his face. “ No, long term partnership! We called the party that for a reason.”
Phil crosses his arms and leans back, shifting his wings to get comfortable. “And now you’re having problems, or-”
“What? NO! No, nothing like that.” Fit rushes to correct him, feeling heat crawl further up his cheeks.
Phil tilts his head, perplexed. “I don't see the issue here mate.”
Fit covers his face with his hands. “Throw me a bone here man, c’mon!”
Phil sighs, exasperated. “Ok, so you’re not actually married- even though that celebration was kind of a wedding-”
“Shut up, it wasn't-”
“- but he called you husband. Do you... not want to be called that?”
Fit’s cheeks grow hot and he mumbles, “That's not it.”
“........Oh.” Phil says, shit-eating grin growing, “ Oh . Fit EmCee of 2b2t. You are a mess of a man.”
Fit groans, running a hand down his face. “I know .”
Phil laughs. “I’ll bet the ‘long term partnership’ thing was your idea in the first place too!”
Fit just groans louder, face still in his hands.
Phil chuckles at him but shows mercy. “Ok, so let me get this- you had a celebration that was very specifically not a wedding, but... you now want a wedding?”
Fit, impossibly, goes redder, but lifts his face out of his hands. “Maybe so, ok, maybe so.” He holds up a hand, anticipating Phil to laugh. “-and before you say anything! I know I was being a little scaredy-cat and beating around the bush and avoiding and all that shit, but-”
Fit coughs and lowers his voice. Phil leans forward to hear him. “Yeah. I think I, uh, I do want to marry him. Properly. Which I never anticipated but then he goes and says marido and...”
"My god!" Phil throws his hands up, making Fit jump. “Then just marry him mate, what are you on about! If it makes you happy just do it!”
Fit frowns in doubt, shoulders tensing. “It’s not that simple-”
Phil sighs dramatically, giving Fit an understanding, if exasperated, side eye. “Look. I get it mate. But you’re not there anymore! You get a happy ending. This is your happy ending.” He pauses for a moment before adding with a teasing smile and an elbow nudge, “Or, it could be, if you’d just go and put a ring on it!”
Fit is silent for a moment, eyes on the ground. Then with a quiet, hopeful voice he asks, “You really think he’d want to marry me?”
Phil grins widely, ruffling his wings in pride. “Fit, mate, I think he’s been waiting, very patiently, for you to just ask.”