#rachel

Good day, dears—

"What are you doing home, Rayquaza?"

Hm? I was... just finishing from cleaning the home. I also finished making lunch.

"You should be spending time with Lusamine today, Rayquaza, not here at home."

Hm? I... was not aware of this.

"Well, yes. Why don't you pay her a visit? We could use the updates."

Hm. Very well. Either way, there is food in the kitchen.

Zuki ran over and gave her fiancé a smooch. "We appreciate it, love. You've worked hard enough. Let us care for the house."

Rayquaza flinched.

You... are being strangely kind to me, my love. Is everything alright?

Zuki rolled her eyes. "Just let me fucking nice for once, dumbass. Let me show my appreciation without trying to start a fight."

Ah, that is the Zuki I know.

Rayquaza laughed.

Very well. I shalt return soon.

Rayquaza took off.

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"... okay. He's gone. Let's get back to working on Zinnia's move."

"Sounds good."

With that question came a flood of memories, some contradicting what I would have said ten minutes before she asked. At that point, I would have said that my grandmother, Romy Vander Sloot had died when I was ten or eleven. She had lung cancer from a lifetime of smoking. Despite that, she’d been healthy until the last year or two of her life. After she’d died, Grandpa had lived alone in the house…