So I feel selfish for filling this one when I have a prompt just like it, especially since it already has a fill, but I couldn't help myself okay.
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Percy climbs through the fire escape window and drops to the floor, ducking just in time to avoid the baseball bat that's sent whistling towards his head. He covers his head as it shatters his beside lamp instead, and peers between them cautiously to see his mother's expression shift from defensive alarm to guilty concern as the realization hits.
For a moment, they stay there, staring; Percy lowers his arms slowly, while Sally continues to stand with the bat swung over one shoulder like she can't quite believe what she's seeing.
"I, uh... lost my key," he says finally.
The bat drops to the floor and Sally grabs him into a hug with a sobbing sound that might be his name, clinging in the same frantic way she had when monsters had tried to steal a much younger him away. He wraps his arms around her in response, hugging so tightly her feet lift off the floor.
"I'm home, Mom," he mumbles against her shoulder, ignoring the tears evaporating off his shirt, and drinking in the chocolate and licorice smell she wears like perfume. "I'm home."
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Percy climbs through the fire escape window and drops to the floor, ducking just in time to avoid the baseball bat that's sent whistling towards his head. He covers his head as it shatters his beside lamp instead, and peers between them cautiously to see his mother's expression shift from defensive alarm to guilty concern as the realization hits.
For a moment, they stay there, staring; Percy lowers his arms slowly, while Sally continues to stand with the bat swung over one shoulder like she can't quite believe what she's seeing.
"I, uh... lost my key," he says finally.
The bat drops to the floor and Sally grabs him into a hug with a sobbing sound that might be his name, clinging in the same frantic way she had when monsters had tried to steal a much younger him away. He wraps his arms around her in response, hugging so tightly her feet lift off the floor.
"I'm home, Mom," he mumbles against her shoulder, ignoring the tears evaporating off his shirt, and drinking in the chocolate and licorice smell she wears like perfume. "I'm home."
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