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6/19/2025, 3:53:22 PM
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You extend your arm as she moves. It's not enough to block her path, just enough to slow her down. She glances at you, closer now, you can see the detail in the bruise. Already fading, darker marks about the space of knuckles, doesn't take a detective to figure out how this happened. You can't step in
"Ma'am, do you need help?" You offer gently.
She let's out another nervous chuckle as she glances at your arm.
"With the trash? Haha, it's not THAT heavy.." She trails off uncomfortably. "It's... it's fine."
You sigh through your nose, you don't wanna put too much pressure on her, you can't save everyone. Not until they want to be saved at least. You dig through your pocket as you lower your arm and pull a card from your wallet. You hold it out.
"Here. Just in case you ever need anything."
She glances down at it, you can see her tense visibly as her eyes drift over 'GCPD'. She reaches out with two slender fingers and plucks it away. She goes down the first step before pausing.
"Thanks." She whispers before vanishing down the steps without so much more as a look back.
You shake your head. The world's got a sick sense of humor springing this on you while you're already distracted. You take a breath and go to knock when the door opens suddenly. Caesar's sister stands eye level with the knob as she stares up at you.
"Hola." She says quietly.
"Hello." You reply stiffly. "Is uh... is your mother home?"
"She's in her room, she's sleeping.." She blinks at you with wide eyes. "Everyone's sad."
You awkwardly clear your throat as you try to think of a way to respond. Thankfully she doesn't let the sentence linger before she waddles backwards a few steps.
"Caesar said you were coming over, he's in the kitchen." She punctuates her sentence with a small finger pointed down the hall.
You step inside and softly shut the door as she pads her way down the hall. It's dark, only illuminated by candles on the window sill and a table by the front door. The warmth of the stove fills the tiny apartment kitchen and soaks into your tired bones. Caesar stands over a steaming pot as he stirs it's contents with a wooden spoon. He barely glances over his shoulder as you enter the kitchen.
"Hey, D." He mumbles. "You hungry?"
"Eh." You reply. "What'cha cooking?"
"Only thing she eats." He replies. "That and nuggets. Got some of them in the oven too."
Caesar walks from the stove and pours the pot into a bowl, clouds of steam billow up and you recognize the familiar smell of cheap chicken ramen. He hands her the bowl and a small plate of chicken nuggets.
"Izzy, go watch TV. Make sure it's quiet, don't wake mom." He urges.
She nods and wobbles off. Caesar grabs a chair and drops into it, his eyes are distant and bordered by red puffy skin, he looks more tired than sad. The warm glow of the street lamps illuminate the kitchen, filling the dimness that sits between flickering candlelight. He keeps his eyes down.
>>6260547
>>6260549
>>6261023
You extend your arm as she moves. It's not enough to block her path, just enough to slow her down. She glances at you, closer now, you can see the detail in the bruise. Already fading, darker marks about the space of knuckles, doesn't take a detective to figure out how this happened. You can't step in
"Ma'am, do you need help?" You offer gently.
She let's out another nervous chuckle as she glances at your arm.
"With the trash? Haha, it's not THAT heavy.." She trails off uncomfortably. "It's... it's fine."
You sigh through your nose, you don't wanna put too much pressure on her, you can't save everyone. Not until they want to be saved at least. You dig through your pocket as you lower your arm and pull a card from your wallet. You hold it out.
"Here. Just in case you ever need anything."
She glances down at it, you can see her tense visibly as her eyes drift over 'GCPD'. She reaches out with two slender fingers and plucks it away. She goes down the first step before pausing.
"Thanks." She whispers before vanishing down the steps without so much more as a look back.
You shake your head. The world's got a sick sense of humor springing this on you while you're already distracted. You take a breath and go to knock when the door opens suddenly. Caesar's sister stands eye level with the knob as she stares up at you.
"Hola." She says quietly.
"Hello." You reply stiffly. "Is uh... is your mother home?"
"She's in her room, she's sleeping.." She blinks at you with wide eyes. "Everyone's sad."
You awkwardly clear your throat as you try to think of a way to respond. Thankfully she doesn't let the sentence linger before she waddles backwards a few steps.
"Caesar said you were coming over, he's in the kitchen." She punctuates her sentence with a small finger pointed down the hall.
You step inside and softly shut the door as she pads her way down the hall. It's dark, only illuminated by candles on the window sill and a table by the front door. The warmth of the stove fills the tiny apartment kitchen and soaks into your tired bones. Caesar stands over a steaming pot as he stirs it's contents with a wooden spoon. He barely glances over his shoulder as you enter the kitchen.
"Hey, D." He mumbles. "You hungry?"
"Eh." You reply. "What'cha cooking?"
"Only thing she eats." He replies. "That and nuggets. Got some of them in the oven too."
Caesar walks from the stove and pours the pot into a bowl, clouds of steam billow up and you recognize the familiar smell of cheap chicken ramen. He hands her the bowl and a small plate of chicken nuggets.
"Izzy, go watch TV. Make sure it's quiet, don't wake mom." He urges.
She nods and wobbles off. Caesar grabs a chair and drops into it, his eyes are distant and bordered by red puffy skin, he looks more tired than sad. The warm glow of the street lamps illuminate the kitchen, filling the dimness that sits between flickering candlelight. He keeps his eyes down.
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