Duck wasnât often the one that ran into lost kids. In fact, it was usually Razz âsince he could literally read minds. Out of anyone at the Apartments, Razz honed in on lost people. Usually kids. Since he was with the MITF, it was his job to keep the peace anyway.
Even still, watching the kid just calmly sitting on the shore didnât really catch his attention at first. However, he realized that his boys werenât home from school yet. Which meant school was still a thing going on. While it wasnât the perfect gauge, it made sense, in a roundabout logic. An annoyed breath escaping, he approached the kid with some haste.
âoh! hello. I suppose I am, but thatâs ok. I always end up back home eventually, and my family knows that just because Iâm not home doesnât mean Iâm in any trouble.â that smile held no worry, but the way she said that wasnât exactly comforting.
at least it answered the question, but for a kid to get lost frequently enough for that to be the response from both them and apparently the family was⌠disconcerting, at least a little. still, since she had company, she stood up to face him fully, offering a hand. âIâm frisk. you?â