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You stared between the two of them for a long moment, but you eventually conceded with a sigh.
<span class="mu-s">“Fine. But you’d better have a good explanation for all this.”</span>
Young bowed her head to you.
<span class="mu-s">“I will explain everything to the best of my ability.”</span>
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Because of the alien guns that Ben and Ana spread everywhere, you took a while helping them collect everything before you headed back to Young’s shop. Ana was <span class="mu-s">very</span> interested in your new vulpine-esque appearance, but you tried your best to ignore the way that she was looking at you.
That was the last thing on your mind right now, anyways. Your head was practically spinning with all the world-shaking revelations you’ve been subjected to in only the last few hours. Your entire worldview had changed so much since this morning, that it felt like you were back to being a sheltered little bunker baby who knew nothing of the outside world.
How much of what you’d been raised to believe was a lie? Your parents have been lying to you your whole life at this point. And Khonshu…
You dared not think ill of your god, but you couldn’t help but feel a little spurned by the fact that he had known all this, and purposefully kept it from you. Granny Young wasn’t the only one who owed you an explanation, you thought.
And if the tense silence that Ben had subjected you all to was any indication, he was feeling just as frustrated and angry as you were. You wondered what he would do if Young’s explanation wasn’t enough to satisfy him.
You glanced at your grandmother, who had now taken the form of a small child to fit on Shaggy’s back. You weren’t sure how she was altering her age, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with the powerful aura surrounding her. No one else seemed to notice it. Or if they did, they didn’t mention it. But since Ben didn’t comment on it, you thought it safe to assume that he was incapable of perceiving it.
The tense silence stretched on until you all made it back to Young's shop. Once there, you watched as your grandmother rapidly aged into something befitting her title. Her dark, flowing hair turned gray and lost its luster. And without missing a beat, she removed an ornate hairpin from her sleeve and placed it in her hair, pinning it up into a bun.
Ben guided you to a couch and sat you down beside him, while Ana hovered behind you, her strong hands gripping the back of it. The Mask Maker headed deeper into the shop, disappearing behind a corner while she removed her Hulk hands.
<span class="mu-r">“I wonder if she’s got a Spider-Man costume.”</span> Ben wondered aloud as he watched her go.
His attention was pulled back to Young when she sat down across from you, reaching for the teapot. She poured you all a cup and slid them over. None of you reached for your cups, and Young let out a sigh.
<span class="mu-s">“Feh! Why do I even bother bringing out this tea set if no one is going to drink? Go on, it's not poison!”</span>
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