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Yup, murder for hire was surprisingly affordable.
Especially when you are the adoptive child of many contract killers, in that case, it's free.
"Tristan, we can't just kill someone else's kid!"
"But Suni asked…👉👈"
"HOW DID YOU JUST-" Their father pinches the bridge of his nose. "-fine. But you have to give me a good reason to."
"Go on, Suni, tell your dad why."
Mnemosyne fingers with the bandages on their arm. "...They were making fun of how pale I looked."
The room fell into silence, before Rae sprinted into the living room, footsteps loud and clear. "WHO THE FUCK DARES LAY A HAND ON MY FAVORITE COUSI-oh greetings boss, hi Euterpe."
Tristan smirks, grin wide. "Didn't know you have an affinity for children, Rae."
Rae glowered at him "It's just what people ought to do when this is involved." She folds her arms, stature leaning into a lax one. "You were also ready to bash those people's heads in, don't exclude yourself from the equation."
"Damn," Tristan turns back to Euterpe."I've been caught. Whaddya say Eu- wait, what are you doing?"
Mnemosyne follows his line of sight to their father, already tapping away at his laptop suspended in the air by an ocean blue glow. "I've already hacked into the school's student profile system. Just mention who and I can get to it."
"...Say, you did come off as an IT guy to me when we first met."
"Tristan, it's basic requirement for my old occupation." Euterpe floats the laptop screen over to Mnemosyne. "We are lucky the system firewall isn't that strong. I daresay I excel more in system defence than offence, though."
"We know how talented you are already," Mnemosyne dare not look up from the list of names before they died amidst the cheesiness of their father's affair with Cycle's demigod. Rae seemed to also agree, kneeling down next to them and latched onto the screen too. "-no need to rub the salt into the wound."
"Found it." Mnemosyne smacks down the CTRL key and sweeps the mouse across various names on the large sheet, before the laptop was gently wrenched out of their small hands and floated back to Euterpe, face red but eyes focused and mind running.
He shuts the screen. "Alright, I get what I have to do. Mnemosyne, you…sit on the couch for a second. SIMON! COME HERE FOR A SEC WILL YOU?!"
A distant affirmative yell.
Their father leans to whisper something into Tristan's ear, before Tristan nodded and gestured at Rae, before both of them left, just before the Archivist slunk in, hair oddly unkempt but other parts of his appearance rather tidy.
"Si, we need someone to be support, AGAIN."
"Thaz alright." Simon yawns, stretching his limbs, before popping back into place. "Just shoot me a time."
"Tomorrow 1230 SHARP, please. I need a good distraction and fast retreat."
"Wow, sure is an important one, isn't it?" Simon let out a slack grin. "Don't worry, Eugene, I'll get to the distractin'. Citrus can take over command. "
"Thank the Law, also stop calling me by my legal name." Euterpe grumbles, before turning back to Mnemosyne, pulling them into his arms. "C'mon, let's get you to bed first, we'll deal with them tomorrow."
“Aw, to see the normally serious and chill Euterpe be so caring to a child…a sight indeed!” Simon laughs, before being silenced with a silent threat to kill and murder.
Euterpe turns a corner.
"Father," Mnemosyne looks at the ground. "-why are you doing all this for me?"
"...Hm?"
"When I told Tristan, I joked about wanting to bash all of their heads in, and it's clear that it was just something I wanted to do but couldn't because…of the law. So why?" You'll get in trouble- I don't want that to happen.
Euterpe let out a hum.
"Suppose if I got in trouble, would you want to help, even if it means you would have to get involved?"
A nod.
"Why?"
The God of Memory sensed Euterpe was going somewhere. "...Because you're someone who has been the kindest person and cares for me?"
Those words felt foreign on their tounge.
Mnemosyne nearly cracks a smile in their stoic expression with the hint of suprise and flatter that came as quickly as it went on Euterpe's face. "Same goes for you." Euterpe nudges open the door to their room with his foot. "Now go get some sleep."
Mnemosyne hops out of his arms once their feet touched floor. "Night, dad."
"Goodnight, Suni." The door gently clicks shut.
Mnemosyne brought down the branch stringed in their hair and tucked behind their ear, now vibrant with cyan markings, casting a soft seafoam green glow onto their pale hands.
A memory? Mnemosyne didn't remember trying to delve into anyone's mind today. Wouldn't hurt to take a look … later. They let out a yawn, before collapsing on the soft bedsheets of their temporary resting place, the bandages covering cuts and bruises aching against the pressure between them and the mattress, but they didn't really care.
They admit, it felt nice to be cared for, to be important to someone. It almost made them feel bad for using them for…business matters.
…Whatever. Mnemosyne pulls the covers over their head. I have a job to do here.
But surely Cycles wouldn’t be mad if I just…slept for a while.