Twilight stood outside Anya's door for a long time, thinking, Anya and Richie are still too young. They surely don't understand how important grades are, or care about them.
Yor stood a short distance from Twilight, looking uneasy. "I'm sorry for telling you how to handle your family."
"It's all right." Twilight smiled, his voice softening.
"I always have trouble keeping calm when I talk to them." Twilight took a deep breath, reflecting on his behavior.
"Other parents and children must be the same," Yor reassured him. "Take a break, Mr. Loid!"
Yor and Twilight returned to the living room and found Richie already asleep.
Twilight tiptoed over and scooped Richie into his arms. As he lifted him, the drool at the corner of Richie's mouth stretched into a transparent thread connecting him to his workbook.
Yor took out a handkerchief and wiped the drool from the corner of Richie's mouth.
Twilight carried Richie back to his room, took off his shoes and socks, laid him on the bed, and gently tucked him in.
After checking the window and making sure Richie's room was safe once more, Twilight left.
Out in the living room, Yor was cleaning the drool off Richie's workbook.
Twilight joined the effort to pack Richie's and Anya's schoolbags. Before putting things away, he checked Richie's homework as well.
Good. His homework is perfect, and very elegant.
Another half hour passed. Figuring Anya might have cooled down by now, Twilight went with Yor to knock on her door.
"Anya, we made you some cocoa."
"She's not coming out." Twilight had trouble understanding children's moods.
"She's sulking!" Yor chuckled despite herself.
Although Anya hadn't locked her door, Twilight and Yor didn't barge in. Instead, they returned to the living room to keep waiting. They were practically the epitome