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Another scene that began on the most peaceful of nights, a problem arose. Yor, whose stomach began growing larger by the second began to hoard the fluffiest of squares. However, not every shape and fabric on their bed aligned with the theme of their bedroom. A room neatly divided into two sections; Yor’s side and Loid’s side, Twilight’s numerous communication devices and bullets of the same caliber separated from Thorn Princess’ neatly stored and restocked poisons alongside methodically cleaned thorns.
Short, compact, black, firm pillows meshing with intimate, long but limp ‘YES’ pillows while small, cushy and rather cute pink pillows from Anya’s room creates a nest that Yor surrounds herself with as she sleeps. The combination of scents brings serenity to her, the differences in texture and the variety of squishiness taken into account.
A small rant of details that a stranger to the home wouldn’t notice unless they were paying close attention.
Pillow thievery aside, Loid slides into bed with all these pillows leaving him an inch of space, maybe even less. Even if he was no stranger to sleeping in weird places (for the missions of course), he didn't expect to have to do the same in the comfort of his own home.
However, he also didn't have it in him to be upset or annoyed, or even bring it up in casual conversation because the pillow situation helped her sleep.
Moreover, it wouldn't do him well to make her upset. If the situation got any worse, well…there's a couch.
Or, he could sleep with Bond. But, not if he's sleeping in Anya's room, he knows she would ask too many questions and well, she kicks so that would be out of the question.
So he stubbornly faced his situation head on squeezing himself into the little space left for him.
Yor's antics really came into effect when they had guests over.
That guest being Yuri, no matter how many times the door remained closed he, like their many other guests burst into their home- without knocking.
Why have a door at all if everyone just barges in like they pay rent?
A rant for another time.
The point is, there is a back rest cushion and it's on their bed.
That cushion that she rests her feet on.
When guests (Yuri in particular) come over, sit on the couch, however (again with the however) funny it may be, his back hits the leather. A square piece of leather with no cushion.
The entire length of the leather couch rumbles slightly for a second, a single second that snaps Yuri to look behind him and notice that there is a missing piece in the set. How the seat to his left and right are complete but his is not so, he looks around.
Anya is sitting in front of the television like always, Loid and Yor are at it in the kitchen and Bond, well it couldn't have been Bond…right? It has to have been Loi-Loi. Sure Chihuahua was a prankster here and there but he always had it in for him. That's right! Loid planned for him to knock the couch over and break some bones, Lolli-loi always warned that something would happen if he kept barging in! (not true. Loid only told him to shut up). That's right! This must be an attempt on his life, ‘LOIDY IS TRYING TO EXECUTE ME BEFORE I FIND ANY PROOF OF HOW MUCH OF A TRASH PERSON HE IS!?’ Yuri’s body boiled similar to the weather outside.
Well two can play at that game.
While his sister and Loid. Cooked together. Close. Elbows touching. Yor giggles at something he said, Loidy- that bastard- smiles at himself like he has never seen his sister smile before.
‘What’s he so proud of? It isn’t like she only laughs at his jokes. She laughs at my jokes all the time. Well, just yesterday when I came over for dinner she laughed at my joke about fish and fisherman. Now what was it again?’
Anya made a face, the face she showed when totally unimpressed with her uncle and his weirdness towards wanting to be better than her father.
Weird.
A plan is devised, a way to humiliate his br- his rival for Yor’s affection.
Peanut shells in one hand he grasps them firmly, grinding them to dust, at least that's what he imagined would happen.
Instead it broke into many more pieces of peanut shell, big enough to poke at his skin.
Nothing like he imagined at all.
As much as he wanted to yelp in pain he ignored it to the best of his abilities, his eyes darting between ‘him’ and his beloved sister. His sister who looks so pretty with a knife in her hand, of course her skills are the best, her fluid movement, the way her hair bounces as she chops through skin and bone effortlessly.
Anya burps.
Then, came the time to set the table. Plates, forks, main dishes, side dishes, everything set perfectly on the table.
It was time. Time to get revenge.
Steamed vegetables, forks stab away at the meal in front of them, shared laughter (some scowls). Three adults listen to the story of a child, a story that although unrealistic is important to pay attention to nonetheless, each listener having their own reason.
After dinner and light cleaning up, Yuri pats his hands dry hurriedly dragging Loid to the couch. Insisting he take a seat, one scan of the large couch made it obvious.
Flat. The seat cushions present were not accompanied by their respective backrest siblings. It's that feeling you get when you are looking frantically for something after swearing you placed it down for a second. Socks that vanish in the dryer, a tornado blazing through a room because the energy from life sucked away the energy to try.
Loid took another second, shook his head and just sat, his back hitting the rounded corner of the empty leather.
Yuri’s smirk marks the beginning of his tirade;
“Aha! You see Yor, this is proof that Lody shouldn't be trusted with the baby, did you see how he took no precaution to check if there was sufficient softness, now imagine if instead of Loidy’s blocky frame it was the baby’s little round body, it would be almost in danger left in Loi-Loi’s care. Which is why instead we should ban him from the house altogether and I will help you raise the baby”
Loid took offense to that.
The question is, if he should stir things up even more to respond.
The sound of the bathroom faucet rang in his ears, keen hearing throwing him off his decision making skills, should he or should he not? Leaky faucet mixing with the salt in today’s dinner, red eyes looking as if ready to cry. Yeah he should definitely say something.
“Yuri. Drop it”
Spouted with enough venom that it drew even Yuri to attention. Correcting his stance, back straight as if a higher commander in charge had given him the order to salute. But why did his words have such an effect on him?
Loid, no Twilight stepped in to handle this unruly SSS agent. For the mission. For the peace of the Forger family, his family. "Where are my cushions?"
Yuri pulls one out.
"No, there was one more" his eyes narrowed hard, hyperfocused on his brother-in-law.
"Don't you mean two?” It's that look again. That triumphant spark in his eye, that voice that’s one step closer to victory in this annoying game of chess that Yuri insists they play.
"No there's one" An audible sigh, like arguing with a petulant child. Hell, even Anya isn't this disagreeable. A sign of many that -redacted- made a better father than his own.
"Ha! So you admit it! You see Yor, this is proof of how evil Loid can be, he tried to ex- ki- no humiliate me in front of you. He couldn’t handle the fact that I was right! So now he looks at me with those eyes of his. He’s just a violent-”
“Can you shut up for once and let me explain”
Yor, who was silent the entire time, wrings her clammy hands. As indecisive as she has grown to be in these couple of months leaves the room and returns with the missing cushion.
This action did not please her brother in the least. Once again accusations of a cover up because what else could it have been? Loid is the malicious one so it must be him! Or?
Was it Anya? No. She is too small to carry that big thing. But it's an option that should not be taken completely off the table. The kid is old enough to play tricks after all so I could have been her but then again why was it in her parents room and not her own if she was the one playing the tricks. Pieces of the puzzle fall into place so it must have been-
Yor’s face bubbled red, what could it be? Anger? sadness? A mixture of both? A dash of disappointment that the truth held in front of her brother’s eyes isn't enough for him.
The food she ate that evening boiling in her stomach.
No, it wasn't about to come back up.
It's not that.
Wrinkles appear in her forehead, a headache but not quite.
Anya says "Can I get my pillow back too. It's the penguin man pillow”
Loid heard it.
He wanted to chuckle but didn't, it's not a good time for Anya’s antics.
Then came a loud sound with a slight twinge to it. Loid’s eyes went wide while Yuri was sent flying against the corridor dresser. Again it was time to buy a new one as it shattered in pieces like it had so long ago when the Forger’s relationship was still so new and they were asked to share a kiss.
Not just any kiss but a kiss between lovers.
After such violence the matter was settled.
Sure Yor and Yuri argued some more after but in the end it was settled.
Loid can sleep peacefully but at what cost.
All the pillows might have been returned to their rightful places but poor Yor is stuck uncomfortable. In great conscience he couldn't help but feel like he had betrayed her even when no such action had taken place.
So, a few days later he walks through the front door with a proper maternity pillow so big that once again he is left with a small narrow space for sleep. With a great sigh, he returns to his nightly routine with the wall of fluffy comfort his wife gratefully partakes in every night.