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The repetitious drone of a clock ticking, along with the rays of light peaking through the blinds, cast a hazy cocoon of peace into the small room. Nestled quietly, between the cups of coffee and strewn papers lies an exhausted man taking a much-needed nap.
One could say that the man was taking a break from entertaining his daughter all day, others could say it was from the extra work he's been doing, but whatever the case may be, it was enough to make Westalia's best spy exhausted.
Alas, fate had other plans, because the stillness of the room was suddenly disturbed by the frantic flurry of a dark hair woman rushing in and waking up the poor exhausted soul.
Rushing around the table, Yor shakes the man abruptly, but not enough to not dislocate his shoulder, but enough to wake him from his slumber.
"Loid! Loid! Get up you need to wake up!" she urgently says while rummaging through her bag.
"Yor?! When did you get here?" he stifles a yawn as he hastily goes to slide the papers away.
"Just a couple of minutes ago. Alright, which one?" she asks as she holds up an orange button-up in one hand and a grey button-up in the other.
Taking a drink of water, he eyes the choices before pointing towards the grey shirt and grabs the offered clothing as he finishes his drink.
In unison, both end up going to opposite sides of the room, one to change his shirt, while the other heads to the hanging mirror to finish her makeup.
"We're going to be late," he says as he fixes his shirt and turns around to look for the comb.
"Here, take this," she says as she holds up a comb from the mirror.
Taking large strides to meet her, in unison, the two share the cramped mirror as they finish getting ready.
"Yor do you mind moving just a little to the side?" Loid asks as he tries to get the pomade worked into his hair.
"Just wait, I'm trying to finish this last little bit then I'll be done," she answers back, combing a wand through her eyelashes.
"You could have done this before you woke me up you know," he answers back in a huff.
"Look I'm done...I'm done...I'm- just the lipstick." she mutters.
Loid meanwhile is still trying to fix the stubborn piece of hair when Yor turns to look at him with a sigh.
"Wait, that's not it, look me, I'll fix it." Loid turns to her as she goes to fix the sides of his hair sticking out.
Looking to the side at the clock, Loid anxiously waits, "Is it good now? We need to leave soon."
"It's good, it's good, just let me get our coats." she muses at her handiwork before going to grab their coats.
In her haste to throw Loid his coat, her earring gets caught on his coat pin and in seconds a bewildered Loid struggles to untangle the mess as a panicked Yor tries to stay still.
"Ow Loid, stop pulling, just-"
"I'm working on it, stop moving-okay there."
With a sigh of relief, both take a look at each other.
The two buttons hang open on Loid's shirt and the necklace Yor wore was crooked. Simultaneously, Yor goes to button Loid's shirt, while the other goes to straighten the necklace.
Once satisfied with their appearances, they head for the coatracks and put on their jackets. The duo starts to head out of the door when Loid remembers something, and turning around he hands Frankie a suspiciously large amount of money for a babysitter and pointedly looks at him.
"Anya is taking her nap in 30 minutes, take her and Bond to the park, and if we're not back before 6, there's food ready in the oven. We'll be back after we meet with the teachers okay?" Loid takes a long look at Frankie's agape stare and only nods after seeing that Frankie understood.
Turning back around, he joins Yor at the door, waves goodbye to Frankie and Bond before closing the door in a rush.
"What did I just witness? Was this all supposed to be some kind of lovey-dovey act to spite me? I'm so confused?" Frankie says in disbelief as he looks at Bond. In response, Bond just huffs a whine and places a paw onto Frankie's leg, as if to say, "You and me both."