carbsliftthespirit

The students would find a screen instead of their teacher today. And also snacks. Raiden wouldn't leave them without food.

There was also a note: Something came up! Please enjoy a movie day!

The kitchen felt...empty.

Well, it was pretty empty. Raiden had spent much of the weekend cooking for his brothers, and not just the brothers who were here: he'd sent Al and Bell off to the airport loaded down with all of Castor, Daman, and Galen's favorites that would travel at least moderately well, plus assorted apple baked goods they hadn't managed to demolish over the course of the weekend. He needed a major restock, and was mentally composing his shopping list as he cleaned. But it also felt empty because it was just him in it again, although Gray was right there, asleep on the sofa in the living room.

It was cool. He would see them all at Thanksgiving. But he did miss them already.

(For that angel.)

Oh, are we doing this now? Excellent.

( That's sad. You know what isn't sad? Cheeseburgers. )

For info on Gray, you can look over here, and Yennefer of Vengerberg continues to be a sorceress who is prettier and meaner than you, best frenemies with Jaskier, just had a nasty mountaintop breakup with a certain witcher, and so forth and so on.

( Z, what have you done? )

"Hey, you've reached Raiden. I can't come to the phone right now, but you know what to do...I hope..."

*BEEP*