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Phillips held up his hand, showing Jackson the three vials. The souls inside were swirling about, occasionally taking on a humanoid form. They weren't able to hold them for long, though, falling back into silvery liquid forms.
"They're right here, Jackson. They're fine. They just have to get used to this form; I only took the shells." The souls were still screaming, but not as loud.
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“You have better not eat anymore of those souls. Those souls aren’t good for any soul eating demon.” Jackson said as he sighed and rubbed his eyes. He ran a hand through his hair and frowned.
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"What makes you say that?" Phillips asked, tilting his head. He put the vials in his pocket, muting the screams completely.
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“I-I had a friend. . . A demon friend who also ate souls, just like you. He made the mistake of eating a soul, but it wasn’t any normal soul. It was a soul of an unfortunate. Well, a couple of hours laters, he died. The soul that are in the vials are the soul of an unfortunate. I can recognize them anywhere.” Jackson said, as the horrible memory came back into mind. He realized that he was crying and immediately turned away from Phillips.
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Phillips's eyes widened a little. Oh. He'd have to have a word with the his supply then…
"I… thank you, for warning me." He could see how upset Jackson was by the memory, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
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“Y-You’re welcoming.” He sighed and wiped his tears away, trying to stop himself from crying, but to no avail. He stood in place, crying silently while looking out to the ocean.
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Phillips hesitated, not sure how to help Jackson. After a moment, though, he gave Jackson a quick hug before pulling away.
"He meant a lot to you," he said, not really a question.
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“Yes, he was like a brother to me. He would do things with me whenever my sister wasn’t around or when she couldn’t do it. When he died, the thought of killing myself went through my head, but I thought better of it and decided not to do it. Up to this day, I’m still not over his death.”
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Phillips nodded, understanding. Still, he didn't know how to help Jackson, it even if they could. He held on to Jackson's hand instead, trying to be comforting.
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A slight smile appeared on Jackson’s face. He was happy that Phillips was trying his best to comfort him, and he truly did appreciate it. A couple of minutes passed and he moved his hair out of his view. He sighed and turned to face Phillips.
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Phillips moved his mask up to the top of his head, concern showing. Still, he smiled a little.
"You doing better?" He asked, not the best with emotions.
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Jackson nodded without saying a word. A slight breeze made Jackson’s hair get back into his face. Some of his hair got into his mouth and he spit it out. “Yuck.”
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Phillips chuckled a little.
"We should go get Amelia up for breakfast," he said, smiling a little as he lowered his mask again.
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“Yes, go ahead and laugh at my face. I totally don’t care.”
He crossed his arms and huffed. He quickly ran back to Amelia and dragged her to Phillips. “There you go.”
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"Jackson, I wasn't laughing at you." Phillips's face fell a little under his mask; he didn't want to hurt Jackson's feelings. Amelia let Jackson drag her along, smiling up at Phillips when they came to a stop.
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“Now, for my next trick, I’ll make. .” He paused and then pointed at Phillips. “Him disappear!” Jackson chuckled to himself and then put himself in a position where he could talk to both of them without having to move his whole body. “Now, are we going to eat, or are we going to have to stand here dying of hunger?”
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Amelia didn't say anything, but looked to Phillips. Phillips chuckled a little.
"Let's get going. Can't keep you two waiting." Phillips started off, Amelia following close behind.
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Jackson smiled as he speed walked after Amelia and Phillips. He had actually thought of skipping, but he had decided that it would make him look. . girly. Something he didn’t want others to think he was. He started humming Finale Ultimo from Little Shop Of Horrors. A movie that yet had not been created and therefore it confused people how he knew this song.
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(I love Little Shop of Horrors!!!)
Phillips stiffened a little when Jackson started humming a song from a movie, looking back at him. The thing was, he recognized the song, and it wasn't one that had been written yet.
"How..?" he asked softly.
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(Same! It’s so interesting.)
Jackson stopped humming momentarily and looked up at Phillips with a sly smile. He stopped walking and said nothing for a moment. Then he said, “Phillips, the world works in mysterious ways. You would be surprised how many things I’ve seen, and none of those things have happened yet. Well, not in our timeline”
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"Bold of you to assume I belong in this timeline," Phillips said casually. "I've seen plenty of stuff like that back home." He chuckled, one hand on his hip. Amelia looked between her Master and Jackson, very confused.
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“Ah, you little. . wait, can you be called a prisoner of time?” He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “There I go again, mentioning things that don’t belong in this timeline. One day, I’ll be the cause of some apocalypse.”
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Phillips laughed, smiling.
"Is that such a bad thing, though? I have a friend who does that all the time." Phillips shrugged a little, but he turned to start making his way to breakfast again.
"What's going on?" Amelia asked Jackson quietly.
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“Wait, really?” Jackson asked quite surprised by this new information. He then turned to Amelia and gave her a smile. “Things, child. Things.” Jackson was aware that this wasn’t going to help Amelia at all.
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"Yeah. Maybe you'll get to meet her someday. If you choose to stick around that is."
"Aumm… okay then..?" Amelia was confused, but didn't push. Phillips brought them down to the eating area, sitting down. There was barely enough room for Amelia and Jackson to sit at his feet today, though. People were crowded in.
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“Yeah, maybe i will. Maybe I won’t. Who knows?” He stopped as he saw how many people were in there. “So many people. . .who come all of a sudden they decide to appear?” Jackson said quote surprise on the amount of people in the room. Sure, he had seen a lot of people there before, but not as much as today.
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"Shift changes," Phillips explained. Amelia managed to squeeze a spot for herself at Phillips's feet, but now there was nowhere for Jackson. "Captain decided more people needed to work now so there aren't any more accidents." Phillips thought for a moment, then motioned for Jackson to sit on his lap. There really was nowhere else.
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Jackson sighed, bit his lip and walked over to Phillips. He hesitated for a moment and then sat on Phillips lap. He tried to ignore the looks the two were getting from the others, but it was proving to be hard for Jackson.
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Phillips wrapped his arms lightly around Jackson's waist, resting his chin on Jackson's shoulder. It was easier for Phillips to ignore the looks they were getting, since he usually got them anyway, but he saw how Jackson was reacting to them.
"We're doing nothing wrong," he said quietly. "They're just not used to people being kind to their pets."
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“They show that a lot, my question is, if they’ll ever get to people being kind to their pets.” Jackson sighed and for the next couple of minutes, his face was unreadable. He glared at a man who was giving him a weird look, not caring that he could have anger the man. “This is my fault, isn’t it.” Jackson whispered.
