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It was her birthday.

Sure, Eliza wasn’t his actual mom, nor was she even his stepmom, but Phil was sure he was allowed to see her as his mom anyway, since she’d been there for him when no other mom of his was.

She had held him while he’d cried, she had laughed with him, she’d protected him, and now he was going to treat her like royalty for the day. 

In a wild display of luck, Phil had managed to kick everyone out of the kitchen (without being yelled at for being in the wrong base, too!) after coming back from town, so he could spend as much time as he needed to cook Eliza the perfect meal.

He knew exactly what he wanted to make for her, and while he was hoping to surprise her, Phil also wouldn’t be opposed if she were the only one to wander into the kitchen to help him cook.

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Got a bad ass team of mom and son here. 

Blog account: ladyofnucleus.tumblr.com Player Timezone: EST Character name: Eliza Kirsch Character Age: 45 Alliance: RED Class: Medic Small bio:

Eliza wondered when the Industries would fizzle out, but she never expected their replacement to be quite so…efficient. So lethal. The medic would be lying if she said she wasn’t a fan, but the echoes of a past life thrummed too closely with the present. Still, she was set on serving dutifully as she had this past decade-and-a-half, and displeasing the new powers on high was not an option.

Militant exposure as a young woman has deadened her to any shock of what this new designation brings, and though she serves in medical capacity there is a certain thrill of being assigned the dismantling defectors. With renewed vigor, she serves as Hell’s right hand with wicked delight.

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At first there was no response. Sure, the scout was feeling better, but then he sunk into low moods, and nothing was better than laying on his bed, face buried in the pillow as he forced himself to sleep. It was better than crying.

Right now, he was semi asleep. It wasn’t restful, since he’d kept himself in bed for quite some time now, and his body was stiff and sore from the forced rest. Every muscle was screaming for him to get out of bed, but the outside world was just a painful reminder of what he’d lost; what he was forced to face.

((that fucking face tho))

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