Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN - Huh... (JOE) =

:January 5th, XX47; Sunday.

:ENCOURAGEMENT TO COMPLETE QUEST.

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"Hey, dad! Hey, father!"

Joe came running down the steps of his house into the front room, greeting his parents as he had just woken up recently even though it was near noon at that point. His dad, who was sitting on the couch with Joe's father, looked up and smiled at him.

"Hey, kiddo! You getting breakfast?"

"...Hello," Joe's father mumbled, quiet enough that Joe barely heard him speak. He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah- you good, father?"

"He's fine, Joe. Just a little tired, he's got a lot of grading going on right now at work."

"Oh... okay."

That didn't seem right, just because usually if one of them had a lot to grade, so did the other. But Joe's dad didn't seem to have any work to do. And Joe's father was practically zoned out, hands picking mindlessly at his fingernails as he stared at whatever sitcom was currently playing, probably not even paying attention to it.

Very weird.

Joe made his way to the kitchen and scanned the scene for a moment, not sure what he wanted to eat.

"Is there cake in the fridge?" He asked, not looking over at his parents but assuming they would hear him.

"No, why would there be?" His dad responded.

"It's your birthday in like... a week or something. Thought we might have cake."

His dad chuckled. "Even if we did have cake it wouldn't be for you to go eating before the actual occasion we'd have the cake for."

"Damn... I don't know what I want to eat, then."

"We have, uhm... everything we usually do. Cereal, protein bars, fruit, whatever else."

"...Rolls," Joe's father added quietly.

"Oh, right- we have bread rolls, too."

"I'll just stick with a z-bar or something."

Joe got one out of one of their cabinets. He leaned against the small counter they had in their kitchen, close to the kitchen bar-resembling hole in the wall where he could view the couch and the living room. He debated joining his parents out there, but when he realized his father was talking to himself underneath his breath he furrowed his eyebrows and ultimately decided against it.

"So, any plans for today, son?" His dad suddenly asked. Joe blinked.

"Oh- uh, I don't know. I might go hang out with Sage. I'm kinda bored."

"That's fine, if you do go then have fun."

"I will."

With that excuse to leave the house- and his strangely acting father- Joe made his way back to his room to tell Sage he was headed over.