"Look, I'm having a tough time right now." Mic raised one hand to his brow and massaged as he spoke into the phone. "Nah... nah, look, okay, my girl's going through a time and people have been ganging up on us a bit. We need some time off. Both of us."
He listened and then nodded, sighing gratefully. "I really didn't think you'd understand. Honestly, I think I'm a fraction of a millimeter within givin' up on the whole damn human race at this point."
Elly wandered into the room, her face drawn. She had taken her hero costume off and was dressed in one of his old t-shirts and jeans. Hizashi smiled at her when he saw that; it was adorable, but the downside was he knew she did it for extra comfort.
"Whahuh?" He grabbed the phone tighter. "No patrols for a week? Thank fucking god," he added that last in English in a low tone. "Thank you. Thanks."
"Zashi?"
"Hey princess," he smiled at her and offered his lap with a grand, sweeping gesture of his arms. She willingly sat, snuggling into his leather jacket. His speaker was set on the table in front of them so it wasn't in the way. "No gigs, no patrols for a week. Well, except my radio show."
"That's good," she said in a wan voice.
"No other people for a week, just us time."
"Do you think it will help?" Her normally dark purple eyes were pale lavender in her stress.
"Eh..." He wriggled his mustache points, rocking a hand back and forth uncertainly. "We'll see."
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