TWENTY
She hums as she pulls into the parking lot, bobbing her head along to the tune.
It's too bad Tsubasa doesn't share her love for English pop music. To be fair, it's mostly because her grasp of English is still very shaky, despite how many lessons she takes. Well, somethings are just not meant to be.
She stops by the lounge to leave their lunches, peeks in on her wife (who has extraordinary tunnel vision), and finally makes it to her own office. Thank goodness she's not on standby today.
Nope, today she is to catch up on her own paperwork.
Hm, maybe standby duty would have been better. Well, she'll have to work through it really fast so that she can tag along with the patrols later.
It's more disappointing that the matron told her Elfnein requested time alone. And forewarning for their next visit.
Had they come on too strong?
That's difficult to say.
Yes, everything is moving very quickly, since they had been approved only that Tuesday afternoon. And they met Elfnein yesterday, completely out of the blue.
It's just that, somehow, she simply knew, in her heart of hearts, that Elfnein needed her—and that she needed Elfnein.
Imprinting.
Sighing, she returns her attention to the paperwork waiting patiently.
"…I completely forgot work exists."
No sooner has she settled down, however, that a knock sounds on her door.
"Come in?"
Genjuurou enters, appearing distinctly stern.
She gulps, wondering if this is another lecture about taking care of Tsubasa—but she hasn't done anything! As far as she knows, anyway….
"Genjuurou… what can I do for you today?" she asks in the sweetest voice she has.
He is not impressed. Crossing his arms, he says, "You can check your calls."
Her calls?
She pulls out her cell, turning it on—lo and behold, there is a small 20 next to an equally small phone icon.
"Oops…." When did she get that many calls? Surely she would've noticed receiving that many calls!
Genjuurou takes a seat in front of her, and even though she's the one behind the desk and this is her office, she feels like a little kid about to get reprimanded by the principal.
"All I've gotten is a text from my niece, telling me things are fine."
Yeah, that's totally, completely Tsubasa's fault.
Throwing his hands up in the air, he growls, "It's Thursday, I've been waiting since Tuesday evening for news from you!"
Alright, this is her fault. Tsubasa's not big on communication—not even towards her family (especially her family). So, it falls upon her to inform her wife's uncle and father about big family developments on Tsubasa's behalf.
Like, telling them that they're in the next stage of the adoption process.
She sighs. Really, it's hasn't even been that long since they moved forward, but this is something the entire Kazanari family has been waiting anxiously on. And actually, a lot has happened in that little interval.
"Well, make yourself comfortable…."
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