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There were balloons everywhere when he woke up that morning. Mylar, brightly colored...and his birthday wasn't until February, thank God.
Stumbling downstairs, he found Annie in the kitchen setting another one loose to float around the house while Hank and Ruby worked on breakfast. Scowling, he went to check...well, at least someone had remembered the fuckin' coffee.
"Someone wanna tell me what the fuck's goin' on around here?"
"It's Amber's birthday!" Ruby chirped brightly as she plucked two slices of bread from the toaster. "We're celebrating!"
"Yeah, didn't you get the memo?" Annie snorted, grinning as she walked over and poked him in the stomach. "Or were you too busy brooding again? You're good at that, Sarge..."
A little staggered, he turned to Hank and was met with a roll of her eyes.
"Sorry, Dad. Even I knew." she replied flatly, waving a sheaf of papers. "I got a story to post on my journal this morning. You might wanna talk to Liz about this shit...I can't believe she didn't tell you."
"Well, she's been bitching about something, but fuck if I listen." Cain snarled, raking a hand back through his hair as he stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room. Sure enough, she was there...a relatively banal sight hunched over her laptop on the sofa, dark hair pulled back from her face and glasses sliding down her nose. He watched her make a face to inch them back up on the bridge, without much luck as they slid back down again.
( A Conversation between Muse and Mun... )
Stumbling downstairs, he found Annie in the kitchen setting another one loose to float around the house while Hank and Ruby worked on breakfast. Scowling, he went to check...well, at least someone had remembered the fuckin' coffee.
"Someone wanna tell me what the fuck's goin' on around here?"
"It's Amber's birthday!" Ruby chirped brightly as she plucked two slices of bread from the toaster. "We're celebrating!"
"Yeah, didn't you get the memo?" Annie snorted, grinning as she walked over and poked him in the stomach. "Or were you too busy brooding again? You're good at that, Sarge..."
A little staggered, he turned to Hank and was met with a roll of her eyes.
"Sorry, Dad. Even I knew." she replied flatly, waving a sheaf of papers. "I got a story to post on my journal this morning. You might wanna talk to Liz about this shit...I can't believe she didn't tell you."
"Well, she's been bitching about something, but fuck if I listen." Cain snarled, raking a hand back through his hair as he stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room. Sure enough, she was there...a relatively banal sight hunched over her laptop on the sofa, dark hair pulled back from her face and glasses sliding down her nose. He watched her make a face to inch them back up on the bridge, without much luck as they slid back down again.
( A Conversation between Muse and Mun... )
