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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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[ after six hours at school, five of those hours dedicated to scolding students, four to patrolling, two to grade quizzes, one for a lunch break, a half an hour to tell certain students that they can't visit him, and a ten minute drive later and he's finally home. looks worse for the wear as he drags himself up to his and rob's house, giving the most half-assed wave to one of his neighbors when they greet him; he's too drained to do much more than that at that moment.

fumbles with his keys briefly to unlock the door, unaware that rob is already inside. it's only when he reaches the living room that he notices him, staring. after a long moment of silence: ]

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