Cinquième
[Spy has, naturally, noticed the problem with today's date on the calendars in his household. He had originally thought Eruka had merely been lazy and forgotten to turn them, or that perhaps the dronechild had done it as a bad joke, but that doesn't seem to the be case, what with complaints he's been hearing that confirm that his house isn't the only one.
Mother's day. Something he's never had to deal with, it being an American institution. It's fairly obvious what is involved, however. Luckily, his mother isn't here, so he has nothing to worry about? Right?
He's currently wandering around the residential areas as has become his habit, occasionally stopping to inquire as to the date or to crush his cigarette beneath his heel and light a new one. Feel free to approach him, women of Mayfield -- do your worst.]
Mother's day. Something he's never had to deal with, it being an American institution. It's fairly obvious what is involved, however. Luckily, his mother isn't here, so he has nothing to worry about? Right?
He's currently wandering around the residential areas as has become his habit, occasionally stopping to inquire as to the date or to crush his cigarette beneath his heel and light a new one. Feel free to approach him, women of Mayfield -- do your worst.]