jock, meet grandpa jock
Mar. 12th, 2019 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ywkon_rpOkay 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.)
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Date: 2019-03-15 04:42 am (UTC)Lloyd doesn't get a chance to answer, because it's then that the front door slams open. They have a clear view of the doorway from where they're sitting/standing, which means Malos sees his daughter and immediately launches to his feet to wrap her up in the tightest hug he can, considering he just watched her-- an alternate her, but still her-- fucking die.
((And then the rest of this shit happens in the other thread!))