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[ he's not really surprised to come home to an empty house, even on a saturday. he doesn't even need to call riku to know where he is; instead, he rolls his eyes to the ceiling in a long-suffering manner as he moves over the kitchen table to set the costco-bought cookies for riku's monday class. then he goes about his usual rituals: checking the fridge, making a note on the portable white-board on what they need to go shopping for, pouring himself a bowl of cereal & peeking in the bathroom to check on the ducks.

he spends a good ten minutes petting them (quack, quack) before he remembers the cereal -- now soggy. but he eats it anyway, slipping on his reading glasses to flip through the latest science journal that sora had received a free subscription while tucked into the corner of the couch, waiting for riku to get home. ]

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[ accepts it & hauls himself to his feet. stares down at the ducks, who are starting to wiggle onto their feet as well, quacking. ]

Do we have crackers left?

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[ glances down at the ducks as well. ]

Probably. If not we can just give them some bread.

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[ returns the stares of his children the ducks for a few seconds, then nods. ]

Yeah. They're not picky.

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[ tugs on their connected hands towards the kitchen, paying no mind to the ducks who waddle after them with some happy quacking to accompany their journey. ]

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[ follows along without resistance, even moving a little faster than usual, pulled along by the idea of food (at last). glances down & behind him at the ducks, however, smiling at them fondly while riku's back is turned, silently promising them a little extra food once he gets his fill of soup. ]