[That voice. That one, she did not expect. Or well. She should have because-- anyway, if she's a little wide-eyed from surprise, well.]
Oh. [Ben. In her parents' (oh she loves that thought; she may not call Mercy "Mom" but it is so good to say parents and mean her dad and one of her favorite people in the world) house -- and the fact that Ben is sans a shirt is not lost on her, deargodwhat.] I am not here.
[She smiles. Cue lame hand wave.] You did not see me, you did not hear me come in. [Trying not to laugh now -- no, seriously, why is this situation weirdly awkward it's not like she hasn't seen weres in shredded clothing... or less.] You will not tell my father I am home when I specifically whined that school was keeping me away on a National Holiday.
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Oh. [Ben. In her parents' (oh she loves that thought; she may not call Mercy "Mom" but it is so good to say parents and mean her dad and one of her favorite people in the world) house -- and the fact that Ben is sans a shirt is not lost on her, deargodwhat.] I am not here.
[She smiles. Cue lame hand wave.] You did not see me, you did not hear me come in. [Trying not to laugh now -- no, seriously, why is this situation weirdly awkward it's not like she hasn't seen weres in shredded clothing... or less.] You will not tell my father I am home when I specifically whined that school was keeping me away on a National Holiday.