[right][sub][color=8dc73f]Friday night, after Hana broke Kit's bong, 
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[indent]The fact that the house was quiet and clean when they walked inside was a problem. Oliver knew his daughter well enough to know that it was a problem. Kit being quiet was almost like her way of giving her parents the biggest red flag in the world. The last time she had been quiet, they’d later discovered a hole the size of Kit behind a cleverly moved piece of furniture. Oliver knew based on the phone call Kit was upset. She had even been crying, and she [i]definitely[/i] hadn’t been faking it.

[b][color=#c2b280]“Sorry our date got cut short… do you want me to go talk to her, or…?” [/color][/b]Oliver asked, looking over at Molly before glancing toward the stairs… when he noticed his daughter standing at the top, with an almost wraithlike appearance. Based on his first glance, Oliver thought she might have been crying since he got off the phone with her. Oliver glanced over at his wife, but before he could say anything to Kit, their daughter was hobbling down the stairs, and talking.

[b][color=#7fc19e]“I brought her over and she had cake and we played games and then she broke it and it’s gone and she broke it and I let you DOWN.” [/color][/b]Kit said through teary eyes and sniffles as she approached her parents. Oliver hadn’t really been mentally prepared for this kind of thing; he’d thought that he was just going to hang out with Molly and [i]maybe[/i] get lucky, but now there was this. [b][color=#7fc19e]“And she took the whole cake! I told her to, but I really want cake now!”[/color][/b]

The harsh smell of wine could be smelt off the Professor. There was a slight sway in her legs, as she stood there watching her daughter be mopey and make her way to her and her husband. Listening as carefully as she could to her child’s needs, Molly fumbled in her purse, dropped it, bent over to pick it up, then fumbled in it again, [b][color=#a7fc00]“I’mma give Rem’s a call.” [/color][/b]She slurred. [b][color=#a7fc00]“I get you cake to make you better. Mommy loves you sooooooooo much~!” [/color][/b]She blinked at her phone, trying to find one of the Wells. It was blurry. She handed her phone to her husband, [b][color=#a7fc00]“You do it!” [/color][/b]And proceeded to pull Kit into a motherly hug.

Oh god, the Professor smelled like nasty grapes. Kit gagged, mostly involuntarily. Kit didn’t know what that was, but she [i]definitely[/i] knew that she hated it. [b][color=#7fc19e]“Doc, what do you guys do when you’re out? Why does she smell!? Why can’t she hold her phone?” [/color][/b]Maybe it was just the stressors of being an adult getting to the Professor… some kind of tragic tale… Kit didn’t have time for that! [b][color=#7fc19e]“I don’t have time for this! You need a bath. Let’s… let’s go.” [/color][/b]Kit declared, squirming her way out of Molly’s grip and gesturing for Molly to follow her up the stairs, turning around to tut at the Doc. [b][color=#7fc19e]“Clearly, you let the Professor lose control!”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#c2b280]“Yes. Clearly.” [/color][/b]Oliver muttered, following after Molly and his daughter. At least, it seemed that Kit was over whatever she was upset about — or this was just the calm before the storm…

Unable to go up the stairs, leaning over the railing, Molly debated if she should crawl. She had forgotten about the cake request and now was trying her best to make it to the bathroom. Her legs wanted to give out. Maybe she should let her legs give out. She was kind of sleepy. [b][color=#a7fc00]“You bathe with me? We can have bubble bath! And I’ll put one of my lush balls in toooooo.” [/color][/b]Molly slowly, slowly let all her weight go to her legs. She started to drop.

Luckily for Molly, she was married to the super dad. Without skipping a beat, Oliver caught Molly and scooped her up into his arms, looking at Kit as he walked past her. [b][color=#c2b280]“I gotta go put the Professor to bed, KitKat.” [/color][/b]He said, looking down at the girl, who stoically nodded. [b][color=#c2b280]“We’ll talk soon, just me and you. We’ll go get pancakes, and then we can pick True up, alright? Tomorrow morning?” [/color][/b]Oliver offered as he headed toward the bedroom. He would have liked to talk to Kit then and there, but the fact was… he couldn’t. The Professor was too fucking trashed, he had to make sure she didn’t choke to death on her own vomit, or like… worse. Cry.

[b][color=#7fc19e]“Uhm… yeah, that sounds good! And I wouldn’t bathe with you, Professor! I’m 15! You don’t bathe with other people when you’re older than like, freakin’ 10!”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#c2b280]“You’re gonna make her bring up college…”[/color][/b]

[b][color=#a7fc00]“WHEN I WAS TWENTY…” [/color][/b]The Professor spoke nonsense, though to her the story was coherent. The volume of her voice got further and further away until she and her husband were in the master bedroom. The door closed and she yawned, [b][color=#a7fc00]“It’s good story.” [/color][/b]
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