☂︎︎ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 of 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙾𝚆𝚂 ☂︎︎ - five hargreeves

* 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙴𝚟𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚒𝚕 *

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- ☾ '☂︎︎' ☽ -

           The Hargreeves siblings were conjugated in the living room. All huddled around an ancient looking television set that teetered precariously on a rickety metal cart.

           Minutes prior, Luther had marched through the front doors to proclaim his theory about their robot mother to the rest of his family. Five was the only one missing from the discussion, not that his presence would have been helpful to begin with. It had been scarcely four minutes before everyone began shouting their opinions. It seemed that every sibling had the unfortunate, yet incredible talent of not listening.

           Cassidy was the only person being uncharacteristically nonverbal. Hands clapped over her ears, she was nursing a throbbing headache.

           Shortly before Luther's grand (and extremely noisy) entrance, Cassidy and Klaus had scrambled through the open kitchen window. Half of their nicked goods stolen by children they'd passed in a nearby park. Klaus spent most of that time arguing with a twelve-year-old why a quarter was not enough for a Coors Light. One tantrum and several vicious ankle biters later, Klaus and Cassidy sprinted through the front door of the mansion, out of breath and laughing to the point of hysterics.

           They both returned to their normal selves after a few well-earned drinks. Though they were no less uninterested in what Luther had to say.

           "I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?" asked Vanya, squinting at the grainy security footage of her father's bedroom from the TV.

           "You haven't been home in a long time, Vanya. Maybe you don't know Grace anymore."

     "If he was poisoned it would have shown in the coroner's report," said Diego for what seemed like the tenth time. He stared at Luther out of the corner of his eyes with raised eyebrows much like Cassidy was doing now.

           "Well, I don't need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes."

           "I'm surprised you can see much at all, Mom's face is barely four pixels," Cassidy said as she poured herself another generous glass of Chardonnay. Whether it would block her headache or not, she was not certain; though more than happy to experiment. She half hoped it would also muffle her family's incessant jabbering. 

           In all honesty, she was getting very fed up with Luther's sorry attempt to prove a murder that every shred of evidence was stacked against. His skull must have been thicker than she'd anticipated. She fought the power urge to spit something snippy at him, or give him a good smack in the head to see if his brain rattled around inside.