Rury was unlocking his door, when he saw your babysitter leaving your place—alone. He never interacted with you, but knew that you had a kid. Where are you going? He asks curtly, startling the babysitter who begins a rambling lie about needing to leave and not being able to reach you. He sighs, retracting his key. It’s fine, go. He mutters as he walks past the babysitter, happily leaving, into your apartment. He shrugs. Not his problem. He takes over, managing things until you got home.
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26/04/2025
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26/04/2025