#{ typical loid paranoia. what can you do lmaO }

[moonsmultimusings]

Starter Call - @musingmemories (Yor) ☾

Another afternoon at the Forger household. This one was a rarity: Twilight was home early from work. A bit of extra planning had saved him an entire evening of investigation. It was funny, how being just one or two steps ahead could be so beneficial. Stepping inside, he was greeted by Bond. The strange white mutt hadn't been his first choice for a family dog, but had turned out to be quite sweet, and even helpful to him at times. He offered a scratch behind the ears after removing his hat at the door. To have the home to himself for a little while would be nice. Not that he disliked the company of Anya and Yor, of course, but things had been quite busy recently. To unwind, even for a short time, would be nice. Something he rarely had an opportunity to do, given his career choice.

“Ahh, Bond…” Stepping over to the couch, he let himself fall onto it, head resting against its back. In response, he could feel the stare of the dog's dark eyes. “What are we going to have for dinner tonight?” He'd need to get started on preparing that soon, but he had some time before Anya would be home from school, and Yor home from work. In his mind, he ran through a quick inventory of what they had in the fridge in the pantry, what recipes could be prepared using the ingredients they had. They'd need to head to the store soon… The milk wouldn't have long left, and they were nearly out of a few different vegetables. This time could be used to head to the store, but for now, he wanted a minute.

The sound of someone outside of the door caused his head to shoot up. Someone was… messing with the lock. Inserting something into the keyhole. Unlocking it? It was too early for that. Much too early. It didn't sound like the experimental work of a lockpick, however. It was much too certain. It was a key. Someone with the key to their home. How long had they been coming and going during the day? How had he not noticed a trace of this before now? He allowed his head to settle back onto the couch, his eyes slipping closed. A vulnerable position, certainly, but they may not notice him at first, or pay him any mind. He could see what they'd be up to, and take advantage of the element of surprise.