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Loid’s shoulder aches. He’d tackled a guy, crawled into a tiny space and punched a woman today. Then he pulled his shoulder while reaching out to pick up his bag.
With a final check to make sure his disguise is in place, he sets off to the last task of the day before he has to go home.
On time for once, Franky stands against the wall, looking exhausted. “Twilight,” he nods in acknowledgement. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a familiar watch - it’s exactly the same as the one he currently wears, but it has more modifications. “I added some radioactivity detecting stuff, I’ll tell you about its features later. I gotta go get some-” he cuts himself off with a yawn. “- oof, yeah, I gotta get some sleep. Bye, Loid. Send my regards to Yor!” With that, he blends into the crowd.
The watch reminds him of the time - it’s nearly dinner. Hurrying up the stairs, Loid turns towards his apartment and slides his key into the lock, mentally preparing himself.
“I’m home,” he calls, toeing off his shoes. There’s an answer of ‘welcome back!’ from inside and a pink blob hurtles towards him.
“Papa!” Anya cries, latching onto his leg. Loid shakes it slightly, testing her grip. She doesn’t budge.
“Hi Anya. How was school today?” he peers down at her. It’s always good to have any intel on his main mission.
Anya squints up at him seriously. “I know how to mul-tee-ply the numbers.” Loid pats her head in response.
“Nice job, Anya. You can show me and Yor after dinner.” Speaking of, Yor hasn’t appeared yet. With Anya still attached to him like a leech, he continues into the house in search of her.
“Yor? Where are you?” Her room is empty, as well as the living room. Loid sucks in a breath. That leaves only one other option.
A head peeks around the kitchen door. “Good evening, Loid! I’m almost finished making dinner! I know my food isn’t the best,” she smiles sheepishly, “but I’m sure you both will enjoy this!” Yor waves a spatula cheerfully and disappears.
Anya slowly slides off Loid’s leg and starts inching towards the door.
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Loid feels a familiar stomach ache come on at the sight of the food. It’s a heap of what looks like slop. Actually, no - he’s pretty sure prison slop is more edible than this. As he leans forward to inspect it, his new watch vibrates slightly.
Didn’t Franky say something about radioactivity?
Loid retracts his hand. “Yor, this looks, uh, interesting.” He pauses. “What exactly is it?”
Yor laughs, clapping her hands excitedly. “It’s a family recipe!” Next to her, Anya winces.
Smiling faintly, Loid tries to poke at the lump on his plate with a spoon. It jiggles. “Ah, a family recipe for jelly?” That’s the only jiggling food Loid can think of.
Yor just laughs again.
“For…jelly, right?”
The silence is more terrifying than any mission Loid has ever been on.