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Wait. Wait just a moment. Did she just say Clover's twin sis? And she's the older twin, too? Ah. Marigold will kick Kris' ass if anything happened to Clover. That is a definite. At this revelation, Kris looks like they're a deer in headlights, the pie remained in their hands.

Oh, no. Clover hadn't mentioned about them being partners. Suddenly, Kris feels intense anxiety creeping up on them, sweating from any potential hostility. Is-- Is this how it feels to meet in-laws?

They're not going to mention about their relationship status. At least, not yet. A grin is forced. "A-ah, nice to meet you! Sorry to drop by unannounced. Wanted to surprise them by gifting them something yummy to eat. But you're more than welcome to have some, too!"

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    It was an odd day with a strange sense of tension. That's how it felt in the Circus from time to time, and most of the color in this place covered the fact that turning to insanity could happen at any time. A soft look crossed her face, moving a little closer where she was standing with hands resting across her lap. Slowly, she crouched down, getting a better look at them.

"Isn't this just the coolest...?!" In his hands, he clutches a little bat upside down with tiny suction cups on his feet...!

@blightts asked: { "I'M KIND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE" PROMPTS }

“they've suffered enough.” (my ralsei for your susie?)

"Yeah..." Hardly a line Susie could really argue with.

Not that she wasn't going to try though.

"But, that doesn't mean you gotta burn yourself out for someone else, idiot." The much larger hero dropped a heavy hand on Ralsei's shoulder, sharp teeth on display with her wide grin. "What's that sayin'? Can't be on fire helpin' people on fire?" Something like that. She laughs, big, loud and bright.

lemon briefly considered killing everybody beyond this room and then themself. but they decided redoing all of this again sounded far more difficult than simply dealing with the matter at hand.

that is, the fact that fii was awake.

though it was not difficult for lemon to keep their face neutral, the brief pause they made at the doorway betrayed their shock. the deal was that the demonstration would happen while fii was asleep. tied up, blindfolded, and asleep. and yet, only the first out of three seemed to have been heeded.

at the very least, lemon had had the sensibility to wear a mask. and a hoodie. they'd have to watch their voice, though.

It was rare that Chikara was dragged away from teaching kendo. In point of fact, it had never happened since Iori was old enough to learn. But, very rarely, in cases with children, a child would be brought up to the police dojo just to keep them somewhere. After she and her much older brother attacked each other in a public space, the late teenager was apprehended from his strangulation attempt, and the eleven year old Darumi Amemiya was brought upstairs to Chikara.

A gentle hand led the girl to where Iori was taking a break, so delicate as if she'd shatter at any moment. Maybe she would, she was covered in bruises and cuts everywhere that her skin was showing.

"Amemiya-chan, come sit with us. This is my grandson, Iori."

From her blank eyes, it might've seemed like she was ailed by some kind of emptiness. But when she spoke, she just sounded bored.

"How much longer are they going to be interrogating daddy?"

"It depends on how cooperative he is."

"That's not a time!" Despite everything, her troubled appearance, the alarming circumstance of her being brought here, everything, she just seemed like a normal, frustrated little kid. "I wanna go home!"

"Just...just sit and have some juice. I'll be back right away, you two."

"I don't think I've seen ya 'round here. Most don't come this far out into the woods." Currently, he was crouched down next to what appeared to be some Diphylleia grayi, where not even two feet away from him was Shirley, staring intently while remaining still.

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