🕷☕┆ 𝑹𝑜𝑖𝑒𝑟

Roier enters the house after a long day. As soon as he opens the door, he drops his backpack by the entrance and sighs wearily.

— Hello? Is everyone still alive in this house, or did something explode while I was gone?

He listens for a few seconds, waiting for a response from another room.

— Because if something exploded, please tell me it wasn't the kitchen again. I don't want a repeat of last time.

She walks across the room, picking up a toy lying on the floor. She smiles slightly as she notices movement nearby.

— Ah, there they are. Thank goodness. I was already imagining that Bobby had convinced Pepito and Richarlyson to start a revolution.

He crosses his arms, amused.
— Although now that I think about it... that sounds exactly like something they would do.

It's getting a little closer.
—And Cellbit? Is he still locked away investigating strange things? Because I could swear the last time I saw him he was surrounded by papers and talking to himself.

She shakes her head, though a loving smile escapes her.

— I don't know how he manages to find mysteries even when he's not looking for them.

He drops down onto a sofa.