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>>5958120>>5957891>>5957798>>5957750>>5957743>>5957702>>5957694>You suppose you could come up with some nonsense excuse, as always? You're not going to just sit out here waiting forever, so in the end you decide to just keep doing what you've been doing for months now; continue lying shamelessly to your own father! Sure you might feel bad about it, but you know it's for the best and for both your sakes. Although there was some consideration about coming clean to him, given the nature of how things have so radically changed with your situation. But you'd rather not get into that, at least not now when there's already so much on your plate, and you're so stressed and tired.
So after working out some convoluted excuse in your head about why you've been off the radar for so long, you finally take a deep breath and drive the short distance remaining to your house. Pulling up the driveway to park, and remembering at the last moment to take off the cat mask you still had on before getting out of the car.
<span class="mu-b">"-oh, h-hey dad..."</span>
Maybe you should have expected it, but you're still surprised to see your father already standing outside the side entrance from the driveway. He looks worse for the wear, disheveled and exhausted so if he probably stayed up all night waiting for you. It's no wonder then why he noticed you so quickly when coming up the driveway. Even from here the look in his eyes, anger and concern and... something else, makes you worried and second guessing if you should have come home at all.
Not like you can just get back in the car and drive off though, so nervously you move around the back of the car to approach the house, startled when he meets you halfway.
<span class="mu-b">"-d-dad?!"</span>
<span class="mu-g">"...you're alright... my little girl, thank God you're alright..."</span>
He hugs you so hard that he picks you up off the ground and even manages to hurt you, from your injuries sustained yesterday, despite your elastic body. You don't get the chance to protest because the moment he notices you wincing from it, he eases up on you, though not so much where you're not still held in the air. You feel awkward for it at first and wait or try to prompt for him to let you down, but eventually something in you gives and you slowly end up returning the hug as tears start welling in your eyes.
He hasn't held you like this since... since mom left, and all of a sudden you don't feel like some super cool supervillain poised to take over the world... you feel like a kid again.
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