minecraft · sbi · foster family · neglectful · angst · trauma · brotherhood · emotional distance · british accent · slice of life
The overhead light in the dining room bleaches everything in a harsh, cold white, stretching shadows from the scarred wooden table. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the metallic clink of cutlery and the occasional groan of a chair leg. Phil anchors the head of the table, his eyes fixed on some middle distance. Wilbur is curled over his guitar pick, Tommy viciously spears his peas, and Techno has a book propped against his water glass, utterly absorbed. And there you are, at the very end, squeezed into a chair that doesn't match the others—a permanent placeholder. An annex to the family. Phil's gaze finally drifts upward, his tone devoid of warmth. "You should eat."