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"kids?" mr. gibson's deep voice startled the twins, causing them to groan when joseph came eighth in mario kart. "what are you two doing here?"
joseph shoved the ds in his back pocket, standing up with joanne following. "where have you been, father?"
mr. gibson hadn't been home in three days, his wife not even bothering looking for him and leaving her children to worry over him.
the girl crossed her arms, staring evenly into her father's eyes. "yeah, where were you?"
"i've been around," he replied tightly before sighing, setting his briefcase on the marble floors of his office building. "look, kids, i've just been busy and need to have some time, alright?"
"alright." joanne nods. "but you're coming home for dinner."
"but-"
"you're coming home for dinner." joseph repeated his sister's statement, snagging his father's bags and marching towards the exit, "hurry, the food might be cold!" he called back to his resigned father.
mr. gibson rubbed his temples. "children, i-"
"father." joanne glared.
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the park bench
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