/ztg/ - Phil revisionist

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God, I wish I was alone. Need to find a place to move asap.
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Annoying roommates?
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>t. Remmy Cormo (after 2 days of living in Pack Street)
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>>62711219
Around that ballpark.
>>62711309
I'd f-king cry if I was in Crowns, wonder if Phil had any intervention with Betty.
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We need to write Phil revisionist fics. A story about how he's actually kinda nice

>Phil is collapsed on the hallway floor, the contents of his insulin box spilled all over the place.
>Remmy quickly running to the vending machine and finding nothing sweet to pour down his throat
>Ignoring everyone's snark, he spots Marty sipping from a much-too-large can of grape soda, which Remmy steals suddenly, the little tube cussing him out for his thievery. Ozzy's hysterical laughter drifting further and further away as he ascends the stairs.
>"Hey! That last soda was mine, you asshole!"
>"The fuck," Al sputters. "Remmy, the fuck's goin' on?"

>They follow the ram up the stairs out of curiosity and see a drowsy, delirious wolf laying on the floor, his open mouth being fed Marty's precious beverage that he would likely kill whole nations for.
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>The alpha hurries over to Phil, being careful not to step on any of his medicine.
>"I'm sorry," Remmy shakes his head. "I just found him like this. I didn't have any time to..."
>"You did good." Al nods, gratitude and relief fully evident in his tired eyes.
>"Tha... Thanks..." The large loner wolf whispers. "I feel like an idiot. I didn't want to be helped. But... Thanks."
>"I guess... You could always pay Marty back with a soda?" Ozzy shrugs, giggling when he hears Marty scoff at his words.
>"Mutton chops owes me one. Not him."
>"It's alright," Phil sits up, Al hovering his paws close to his shoulders to brace him just in case he collapsed again. "I gotta pay back what I owe, bein' helped by a pack I ain't even part of. My life for one can of soda is" - he laughs - "easy shit. I can repay that. Though, I wouldn't say it's an equal trade, exactly."
>"This is the most I've heard this guy talk." Marty whispers.
>"What happened?" Al asks, frowning when Phil tries to wave him off.
>"It's something that'll never happen again, is what. It's so embarrassing. Oh shit!"
>He scrambles for his medical supplies, bringing himself to his knees.
>"Fuck! Is any of it broken!? Oh, fuckin' hell; thank God. It's all fine. Nothing's cracked."
>He looks at the can of soda in Remmy's hoof, and his face softens, contemplating.
>"Remmy... right?"
>"Yeah?"
>He turns his head away, evidently embarrassed. "Thanks."