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Mar. 12th, 2019 08:59 pmOkay so, Anna? Just not coming home one night after classes at her Very Important Law School? Definitely not as worrying as it could be, Malos supposes. He knows she's alive and the signals from their emotional bleed have been nothing but high strung excitement so she's gotta be fine, right? Right. Sure. It's not even the first time she hasn't come home.
He's chill, really. No big deal--
Hey what the fuck was that noise.
"Anna?" he calls, tentatively, moving towards its source. "That you? You're cutting it pretty close to your curfew, but--"
That's a joke. She doesn't have a curfew. She's like thirty, even if she doesn't look it.
(Malos is well, well aware this might not even be his daughter.)
He's chill, really. No big deal--
Hey what the fuck was that noise.
"Anna?" he calls, tentatively, moving towards its source. "That you? You're cutting it pretty close to your curfew, but--"
That's a joke. She doesn't have a curfew. She's like thirty, even if she doesn't look it.
(Malos is well, well aware this might not even be his daughter.)
