A Bloodless, Broken Family

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[ 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐬; 𝐜𝐨-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬; 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡 ]

Life is always hectic in the Hext household.

"Lex, Terra, wake up, you have Saturday school." Ripley knocks aggressively on the twins' door. When they receive no response, they barge in, ready to yell their head off if need be.

"Ugh," Lex groans, turning his head and glaring at Ripley. Terra is still under the covers, dead asleep.

"Up!" they yell, kicking up a tossed shirt and throwing it at Terra, who mumbles out a few curses as she shoves the offending material—one of Lex's soccer jerseys—off her face.

"You guys have fifteen minutes to fuck off to breakfast or you're walking to class, I can't afford to be late to work again," they warn them, ignoring the middle finger (Terra) and stuck out tongue (Lex) as they slam the door shut and hobble downstairs.

"Morning K! Morning Jazz. Yo, you're good to watch over Jasmine and Nan, right?" Ripley asks their brother, who's lazily playing with their youngest, Jasmine. Keaton looks up and nods.

"Good, breakfast in ten," they bend over and ruffle Keaton and Jasmine's, hair, chuckling at the light-hearted scowl (Keaton) and giggle (Jasmine) they receive in response. Ripley continues their way over to the kitchen, where the second oldest, after them, is making breakfast. Eggs with toast and pan-cooked spam—cheap and good on any day.

"Good morning, Rip," Bria greets with a smile, plating the scrambled eggs.

"Mornin'." Ripley walks over and steals a slice of spam. "Need any help?"

"Set the table for me?"

Ripley nods, already moving to the dishwater and grabbing multiple plates and utensils.

Terra is already down by the time they've placed the jug of orange juice at the table, dressed and ready.

"Where's your brother?" Ripley asks, cocking an eyebrow. Terra slumps into her seat at the table and waits patiently for Bria to finish off with the last few pieces of spam.