Guldrin’s Gluttony: Family Bound by Speed & Food

Shiro's golden eyes narrowed, her usually calm demeanor fraying as frustration bubbled beneath the surface. She took a deliberate step forward, her petite frame radiating an intensity that belied her size. "Revy… Sister-in-law," she said, her voice a dangerous calm. "You're going to regret this."

Revy's grin widened, her stance shifting slightly as she prepared for the inevitable clash. "Bring it on, kid."

Before anyone could blink, Shiro lunged, her speed catching even Revy off guard, but only for a second. The Dominator's sleek frame glinted under the workshop lights as Shiro's fingertips grazed it. 

Shiro's eyes narrowed, her composure like the edge of a blade. "I wasn't trying yet."

With that, she shifted her weight, moving with an elegance born of relentless practice. Her stance changed subtly, becoming more fluid yet brimming with latent power. 

Revy barely had time to react before Shiro surged forward, her speed startling. Her hand came within inches of the Dominator, but Revy's reflexes kicked in, and she ducked under the grab, spinning away.

"You're quick, I'll give you that," Revy said, sounding impressed. "But you've got to be more than fast to beat me."

Shiro didn't respond. Instead, she inhaled deeply, the faintest glimmer of something dangerous flickering in her irises. 

Revy raised an eyebrow as she felt a subtle shift in the air, a tingling at the edge of her senses. It wasn't magic, but it was something close, something unnatural. Shiro's hand shot out again, but this time it wasn't just her physical prowess she relied on.

Revy barely noticed the almost invisible wisp of purple and green mist emanating from Shiro's fingertips until it was too late. The faint poison brushed against her skin, a chilling sensation that sent a shiver down her spine. It was subtle, almost undetectable, but Revy was no stranger to toxins. Her instincts screamed at her, and her body reacted on its own.

To Guldrin's and Shiro's surprise, Revy didn't falter. Instead, her free hand moved in an arcane gesture, her fingers tracing symbols in the air that shimmered faintly before disappearing. A ripple of energy coursed over her, nullifying the poison as if it had never existed. The faint mist dissipated, leaving Shiro blinking in astonishment.

"Did you really think that'd work on me?" Revy asked, her grin growing wider. "I'm a Goldblood, kid, even if I am adopted. You're going to have to try a hell of a lot harder than that."

Guldrin's eyebrows shot up, his usual calm demeanor cracking for a brief moment. "Null magic?" he muttered, folding his arms. "Revy, when did you…?"

"Learn it?" Revy finished, cutting him off as she shrugged casually. "You think I'd call myself your big sister if I couldn't hold my own? I didn't survive this long on charm alone, y'know." 

She turned her attention back to Shiro, who was already recovering, her expression unreadable. "Don't take it personally, though. I've been doing this longer than you've been alive."

Shiro didn't answer right away. Her mind raced, trying to process what she'd just witnessed. Poison manipulation was a skill she'd honed with intense focus during her training in the mirror dimension. 

It was a precise art, and the idea that someone could shrug it off so easily left her momentarily stunned. But only momentarily.

She took a step back, reassessing. "Impressive," Shiro said finally, her voice calm. "But I'm not done yet."

"That's the spirit!" Revy said, tossing the Dominator into the air and catching it with an almost taunting ease. "Show me what else you've got."

Shiro shifted again, this time drawing on the reservoir of tricks she'd built during her training. She reached out, her energy coalescing into a sharp, concentrated force. It wasn't poison this time, it was pure wind pressure, a targeted blast aimed directly at Revy's center of gravity.

Revy's grin faltered as she felt the shift in the air. She tried to dodge, but the blast wasn't something she could simply sidestep. It hit her squarely, sending her skidding back a few feet. She barely managed to keep her balance, her boots squeaking against the floor.

"Now we're talking!" Revy laughed, shaking her head as if to clear it. "But you're still holding back."

"Maybe I am," Shiro replied, her voice steady but laced with an edge of challenge. "Are you?"

Revy's grin turned sharper, almost feral. "Not anymore."

The shift was instantaneous. Revy moved, closing the distance between them in a blur of motion. Her movements were almost too fast to follow, and for a moment, Shiro found herself on the defensive, forced to parry and dodge instead of attack. Revy was relentless, her strikes coming from angles that seemed impossible to predict.

Shiro's mind worked overtime, analyzing each movement, each feint. She countered where she could, but Revy's experience was undeniable. 

Still, Shiro wasn't one to back down. With a deft twist, she managed to sidestep a particularly aggressive lunge, using the momentum to aim a precise strike at Revy's wrist.

The Dominator flew from Revy's hand, clattering to the ground.

For a split second, there was silence. Then Revy burst out laughing, her voice echoing through the shop. "Not bad, kid," she said, shaking her hand as if to shake off the sting. "You've got guts."

Shiro didn't relax. She kept her stance, her eyes locked on Revy, ready for whatever came next. 

But Revy didn't make another move. Instead, she raised her hands in a mock gesture of surrender.

"Alright, alright," Revy said, smirking. "You've earned it. Go ahead and take your toy back."

Shiro hesitated for a moment before stepping forward and picking up the Dominator. She didn't take her eyes off Revy as she did, half-expecting some kind of trick. 

But Revy just stood there, her grin never wavering as she lit another cigarette.

Guldrin finally broke the silence, his tone dry. "Are you two done?"

Revy turned to him, her grin softening slightly. "For now. But your girlfriend's got potential. I might actually like her."

Shiro straightened, her grip on the Dominator tightening. "You're not as bad as I thought," she admitted grudgingly.

"High praise," Revy said with a mock bow. "But don't think this means I'm going easy on you next time."

"There won't be a next time," Guldrin interjected, stepping between them. "At least not in my shop. If you two want to spar, do it somewhere that isn't full of my stuff."

"Our shop," Shiro corrected, and Guldrin either didn't hear her or feel the need to respond as he continued to berate Revy.

"Do you have any idea how much damage you've caused?" Guldrin continued, gesturing to the wreckage around them. "This isn't some playground where you can throw your weight around. This is my workspace…" 

At this moment he noticed Shiro tapping her foot and staring at him, "Our workspace, our stuff" He quickly corrected himself, "and you've turned it into a disaster zone."

Revy's smirk faded entirely, replaced by an almost sheepish expression. She shifted uncomfortably, her usual bravado waning under Guldrin's stern gaze. 

Normally, no one would dare scold Revy, save for Rindo, Alisa, and of course, Unohana, other than that, no one had the guts.

But Guldrin wasn't concerned by this, she called herself his big sister, so he planned to make her regret her actions and use her emotions to correct such bad behavior.

After all, he couldn't allow her to go untamed in his workplace; what would happen if he had more dangerous and volatile experiments or materials? 

Something bad…

Really… Bad.

So he was hellbent on correcting her. 

"And as for the Chevelle," Guldrin said, his voice dropping to a dangerous quiet, "you're going to fix it."

Revy blinked, caught off guard. "Fix it? Me? I don't know the first thing about fixing cars."

"Then you'd better learn," Guldrin said, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You're starting with the dents and the mirror you nearly destroyed."

"But-" Revy started to protest, only to be cut off by Guldrin's raised hand.

"No buts. You're not leaving this workshop until you've made progress," he said firmly. "And if you think I won't hold you to it, try me. If you don't do it… I will ignore you."

For a moment, the room was silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, much to everyone's surprise, Revy sighed and muttered, "Fine. Whatever. Anything but ignoring me… But don't expect miracles."

Guldrin nodded, satisfied. "Good. Now grab a mallet and start with the dents. Shiro, keep an eye on her. If she tries to weasel her way out of this, let me know."

Shiro smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of Revy being put in her place. "With pleasure."

"Damn emotional blackmail…" Revy grumbled under her breath as she reluctantly picked up a mallet and approached the Chevelle. The car sat in the center of the workshop, its once-pristine surface marred by the damage Revy had inflicted during her earlier antics. The massive dents along the side panel and the dangling, nearly destroyed mirror stood as glaring reminders of her reckless joyride.

"So," Revy said, eyeing the mallet like it was a foreign object, "I just… hit it?"

'Just… Hit it? What kind of… Damn it, she will destroy my car if she does that… At least as it is, it is fixable, Fine… I will teach her.'

Guldrin pinched the bridge of his nose again. "No, you don't just hit it. You need to be precise. Start by assessing the damage. Look at the dents and figure out where to apply pressure to push them out. And for the mirror, you'll need to secure it by feeding the wires inside the door before trying to reattach it. I'll guide you through it step by step."

Revy muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like an insult but complied nonetheless. She crouched beside the Chevelle, her expression a mix of irritation and reluctant focus as she examined the damage.

"See this dent here?" Guldrin said, pointing to a particularly large one on the side panel. "You'll want to work around the edges first, gently pushing them inward. Don't just go at it with brute force. Start from the inside of the dent, otherwise you will just make more… dents…"

Revy huffed but followed his instructions, gripping the mallet awkwardly and tapping lightly around the edge of the dent. The sound of metal reverberating through the workshop was oddly satisfying, and for a moment, Revy seemed to lose herself in the task.

As she worked, Guldrin couldn't help but notice the subtle shifts in her demeanor. The frustration in her movements gradually gave way to a grudging determination. 

She wasn't about to admit it, but there was something oddly therapeutic about the process. 

Even Shiro, who had been watching with thinly veiled amusement, seemed impressed by the progress.

"You're getting the hang of it," Shiro remarked, her tone almost encouraging. "Keep going."

Revy shot her a glare but didn't stop. She continued to tap at the dent, her movements becoming more confident with each strike. 

Slowly but surely, the once-glaring damage began to smooth out, the Chevelle's surface reclaiming some semblance of its former glory.

When she finally stepped back, wiping sweat from her brow, she couldn't hide the faint hint of pride in her expression. "There. Happy?"

"It's a start," Guldrin said, his tone neutral. "Now the mirror."

Revy sighed, rolling her shoulders before turning her attention to the mirror. "Fine, but you owe me for this. And I'm not just talking about a pat on the back."

Guldrin smirked faintly, reaching for his tools as he crouched beside her. "We'll see. Depends on how good of a job you do. I mean, you did cause it."

The mirror was cracked, not entirely shattered, but fractured enough to distort reflections into warped shapes. Revy studied it with a critical eye, her expression shifting from irritation to focus. "This is going to take finesse. You sure you trust me with this?"

"Not really," Guldrin admitted, his tone teasing. "But it's not like I have much of a choice. Unless you want to keep seeing your face in pieces."

Revy snorted but didn't argue. She picked up a fine-tipped tool and carefully began prying away the damaged sections of the glass. Each motion was deliberate, her touch surprisingly gentle for someone so notoriously rough around the edges. Guldrin worked alongside her, their movements in sync as they chipped away at the broken fragments and prepared the surface for the replacement.

As the minutes turned into hours, the steady rhythm of their work created a quiet intimacy. For all her bluster, Revy was methodical, and Guldrin couldn't help but respect her precision. 

Shiro, meanwhile, leaned against a nearby workbench, observing with an air of detached interest. Occasionally, she chimed in with a dry comment, but for the most part, she let them focus.

It was Revy who broke the silence first. "So... the Torettos. What's that like? Dom, Letty, Mia, are they good to you?"

"They are," Guldrin said, not looking up from his work. "They've given me a home. A place to belong. I… Don't know where I would be without them, or who I would be."

Revy nodded slowly, her hands pausing for a brief moment before resuming their careful movements. "And do you... remember anything? Before them?"

Guldrin hesitated. It was a question he'd asked himself countless times, and the answer was always the same. "No," he admitted. "Nothing. It's like there's a wall in my mind. I know there's something behind it, but I can't reach it."

Revy's brow furrowed, and she glanced at him, her gaze softening. "That doesn't bother you?"

"Sometimes," Guldrin said, his tone thoughtful. "But... I've learned to focus on what I have now. If I can't remember, I'll just make new memories."

Revy smiled faintly at that, a rare softness in her expression. "That's a good way to look at it. But you know, Mama Unohana might be able to help. She's... special. If anyone can unlock your memories, it's her."

Guldrin looked up, his eyes lighting up with a spark of hope. "You think so?"

"I know so," Revy said firmly. "But promise me something." She set her tools down, her tone growing serious. "Don't shut us out. Me, Rindo, Mama, we're your family, whether you remember us or not. Treating us like strangers would destroy us."

The weight of her words settled over him, and Guldrin nodded slowly. "I won't shut you out. But... accepting you as family might not happen right away. It's not that I don't want to; it's just... I don't know how."

Revy reached out, placing a hand on his shoulder. "That's okay. Just don't close the door completely. Give it time. Who knows? Maybe the same familiarity you feel with me will come with them too."

Guldrin's lips quirked into a small smile. "Maybe."

They returned to their work after that, the conversation leaving an unspoken understanding between them. 

As the hours wore on, the mirror slowly began to take shape. Piece by piece, they removed the broken fragments, carefully aligning each section until the surface was smooth and unblemished.

Shiro finally pushed off the workbench, wandering closer to inspect their progress. "Not bad," she said, her tone grudgingly approving. "You might actually pull this off."

Revy rolled her eyes but didn't argue. "Told you I could handle it."

"Still," Shiro added, her gaze lingering on Revy. "You surprised me. I didn't think you'd be so... invested."

Revy snorted, picking up a cloth to wipe her hands. "Don't get used to it. This is a one-time deal. I couldn't let my little brother think I don't care about things that are important to him."

Guldrin chuckled, straightening and stepping back to admire their work. "Well, for a one-time deal, you did pretty good."

"Damn right, I did," Revy said, smirking. "But don't think this means I'm going to be your personal mechanic."

"I wouldn't dream of it, or… want it." Guldrin said, his voice light but sincere. He looked at the newly restored mirror, its surface gleaming under the shop's fluorescent lights. For a moment, he saw more than just a reflection. He saw potential, a glimpse of the life he was building, piece by piece, just like the mirror.

As they worked, Guldrin's hands moved with mechanical precision, but his mind was adrift. Something faint and elusive scratched at the edges of his thoughts, like an itch he couldn't quite reach. A strange sense of familiarity tugged at him, just out of focus. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to make sense of it, before finally speaking.

"Tell me about the past," he said, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Got any interesting stories? How I used to act, behave, or anything like that? Maybe a happy memory?"

Revy paused, her hand still on the tool she'd been using. For a moment, her tough, irreverent exterior softened, and her expression became something more vulnerable. 

She glanced at him, weighing her words before she began to speak.

"Happy memory?" she echoed, her voice quieter now. "That would have to be the day you were born. I missed Rindo's birth, something I've always regretted, and I swore to myself I wouldn't miss yours. Let me tell you, it wasn't easy. It was like you didn't want to come out of your mother, Unohana, like you were holding onto her for dear life. But when you finally did…" Revy's voice trailed off, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"You didn't cry. That's what shocked everyone. Babies cry, right? But not you. We thought something was wrong, hell, I thought my heart was going to stop. But then I leaned over to get a better look at you, and you… you giggled." 

Her voice cracked slightly, the memory clearly stirring something deep within her. "It was the first time in my life I felt something like that. Pure. Unshakable. Like I finally had something worth protecting. Don't get me wrong, I love Rindo and Mama, but it was just… Different when I saw you…"

She paused, collecting herself, her hand tightening on the tool she was holding. "That's when I made the vow. To protect you. No matter what. But… I failed, Guldrin. We all did. You disappeared without a trace, and for years, it was like there was this hole in all of us. I fell back into my old mercenary ways, trying to drown the pain, trying not to think about how I let you slip through my fingers."

Guldrin was quiet, listening intently. Her words felt heavy, like they carried the weight of a history he couldn't remember but somehow felt in his bones and soul.

Revy cleared her throat, brushing her emotions aside with a laugh that sounded forced. "Anyway, about how you used to behave? That's easy, you were a little glutton. I mean, you ate more than any Goldblood kid in recorded history. Anything and everything you could get your hands on, you'd devour like it was your last meal. It drove Mama crazy, trying to figure out how you could eat so much and still be so… frail."

"Frail?" Guldrin asked, his brow furrowed.

"Yeah. You were sickly as hell, skin and bones, always looking like a strong breeze could knock you over. No matter what anyone did, you just couldn't get healthy. But it didn't matter. We all loved you just the same. Mama, especially, she called you her little prince. Her one and only son."

She chuckled softly, her tone shifting to something more nostalgic. "You had this thing about my speedboat. You'd pester me for days to take you out on it. When I finally gave in, I swear I've never seen a kid so happy. You laughed and giggled the whole time. And then, out of nowhere, a fish flew out of the water and smacked you right in the face. I thought I was going to die laughing, but you just sat there with this stunned look, like you couldn't believe it had actually happened."

Revy's laughter grew louder, genuine this time, and even Guldrin couldn't help but smile. "Oh man, the scolding we got from Mama when we got back. She was livid, checking you over from head to toe to make sure you were okay. Her glare could've melted steel, but you just kept smiling like it was the best day of your life."

Guldrin's gaze drifted as he processed her words. "It… sounds like we had fun."

"Fun?" Revy scoffed, though there was a warmth in her voice. "We had a blast. You were the light of the family. Rich, spoiled, doted on by everyone. Alisa cooked for you every day, and Rindo, God, she was so jealous. She couldn't stand that Alisa could make you smile just by cooking, so she threw herself into learning to cook too. Every meal became this competition to see who could make you happier."

She hesitated, her smile fading as her tone grew heavier. "But then everything changed. Jin… your father… He was never a good man, or a good father, but he wasn't evil. At least, not until his devil side took over. He always battled with it, tried to keep it in check, but one day he lost. The human Jin was gone, swallowed by his devil side. And that's when everything went to hell."

Guldrin's chest tightened at the shift in her tone, the weight of the story pulling him deeper into her words.

"Unohana made a promise to Jin years ago," Revy continued, her voice hardening. "If he ever lost himself, if his devil side ever consumed him, she'd put him down. And she tried. She came so damn close. But then that beast Ogre showed up." Her fists clenched, the veins in her hands standing out.

"Ogre?" Guldrin asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah. That bastard. He was from Jin's and Alisa's world, a place completely different from this one. I don't get all the details, but somehow, Jin and Alisa were fighting him before a rift in space opened up and sucked them both into Hell. Literal Hell. That's where he met your mother, Unohana. Somehow, they escaped, ended up here, and started a family. Jin thought Ogre was gone, thought he was safe. But time and space don't work the way we think they do. For Ogre, it was like no time had passed at all. And he followed them here."

Revy's voice grew colder, her words laced with bitterness. "Ogre showed up in the middle of Unohana and Jin's fight. Unohana was winning, she was going to keep her promise. But Ogre used the chaos to slaughter everyone on the island. Hundreds of Goldbloods, wiped out like they were nothing. By the time he turned on Jin, Unohana was too exhausted to stop him. Ogre killed him. Ate him. And then… he just left. Laughing. Leaving Unohana standing there in the ruins of everything she'd ever loved."

She fell silent, the weight of the story hanging heavily in the air. Guldrin stared at her, his mind racing to piece together a past he didn't remember but felt the echoes of in every word she spoke.

"And you?" he finally asked. "Where were you?"

"Not there," Revy said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Neither was Rindo. She was in Japan, learning to cook. I was off on some job, thinking I had time. It wasn't like it was anything new for me to be gone, but I always came back… How was I to know this time would be different? By the time we got back, it was all gone. And you… you were just gone. No trace. No clue. Nothing."

The silence that followed was deafening, the enormity of the loss settling over them like a heavy blanket. Guldrin took a deep breath, trying to shake the weight pressing down on his chest.

"Revy," he said softly, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "I might not remember any of it. I might not be the kid you're describing anymore. But I promise you this, I'm here now. And even if I never get those memories back, I'll make new ones. With you. With Rindo. With Unohana… Mom, if she'll have me even knowing I have another mom in my heart."

Revy's sharp gaze softened as she fixed her eyes on Guldrin. There was a vulnerability in her tone that she seldom allowed to surface. "Just… don't shut us out, okay? Don't treat us like strangers. We've already lost you once. I don't think we could handle it again."

Her words hung in the air, a fragile thread of emotion strung tightly between them. Guldrin held her gaze, feeling the weight of her plea settle in his chest like a stone. It was a desperate hope wrapped in her typically brash demeanor.

"I won't," he said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling inside him. "I'll try. I can't promise it'll happen overnight, but I'll try. Maybe the same familiarity I feel with you will be there with the others too."

Revy nodded, a faint smile flickering across her face. It wasn't the wild, mischievous grin he'd grown used to, it was softer, more genuine, like the sun breaking through heavy clouds. 

'I… This feels… Familiar? Like it isn't new for me… Arrrgghhh, that damn headache every time I try to remember.'

But, true to her nature, she couldn't let the moment pass without adding her signature twist.

"Good," Revy said, her grin widening into something devilish, eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's all I can ask. Who knows? Maybe you'll pull all the remaining Goldblood women into your harem."

"Hey! I said he's mine!" Shiro's sharp voice cut through the air, her tiny frame practically vibrating with indignation. 

She clutched her Dominator like it was her holy grail, her golden eyes daring anyone to contradict her. But everyone ignored her, as though her declaration was just background noise.

Guldrin nearly choked on his breath, his face flushing a deep, telltale crimson. "What?!" he sputtered, his voice jumping an octave as his eyes widened in sheer disbelief.

Revy, ever the instigator, threw her head back and unleashed a laugh so hearty it shook the walls. The sound echoed like a thunderclap in the room, each burst of laughter slicing through the tension. 

"Oh, come on! Don't act so innocent. With that face and that charm, it's not that far-fetched. You've got the whole mysterious, brooding vibe going on. The ladies love that crap."

She leaned in closer, her grin widening further as her teasing tone turned razor-sharp. "And let's not forget, you're a certified genius. That kind of package is catnip for anyone who gets to know you."

"I don't… What are you even talking about?!" Guldrin's flustered protests only seemed to fuel Revy's glee. She doubled over, clutching her stomach as she laughed harder.

"Relax, kid," she said, finally wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "I'm just messing with you. Well… mostly." Her voice dropped into a teasing lilt, her grin somehow managing to become more mischievous. "Actually, nah, I'm not. Tell me a harem of gorgeous beauties isn't something you've dreamed about, even for a second. Come on, admit it."

Guldrin's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "I… No! I mean- what?!"

Revy waved him off as though his denial was irrelevant. "Don't bother trying to lie, kid. I already claimed dibs on your virginity ages ago. That's a done deal. Now you've just got to, I don't know, tame your mother and your sister, and you're there. With how much of a bro-con and son-con those two are, you could just wink at them and pledge your undying love for them, and they would be yours."

Guldrin groaned loudly, burying his face in his hands. "This is not happening. This is not happening."

Meanwhile, Shiro's frustration reached a boiling point. Her voice rose an octave as she stomped a foot, shaking the Dominator in her hand for added emphasis. "Stop ignoring me!" she shouted, her small but fierce frame trembling with rage.

Revy, unfazed, cast a lazy glance in Shiro's direction. "Oh, what's the matter, princess? Feeling threatened?" Her grin widened into a challenge, daring Shiro to escalate.

"I swear I'll stun you if you keep this up!" Shiro declared, her golden eyes blazing as she brandished her Dominator with all the drama of a pint-sized avenger. "Guldrin is mine. He already has me, Skye, Seako, and Rika! We don't need you coming in here and adding to the chaos. And don't even get me started on Emily! She might be a cat, but she's already declared herself queen and has no plans to step aside!"

Revy let out a low chuckle, her smirk widening as she leaned casually against the counter. "Oh, please," she drawled, arms crossing over her chest in an infuriatingly casual stance. "You're adorable, kid, but let's get one thing straight: Guldrin's not some trophy you can lock up in a glass case. And variety? That's the spice of life, sweetheart. You'll figure it out eventually."

Shiro's face twisted into an expression of pure outrage, her cheeks puffing with indignation. "How dare you?!" she shouted, her voice cracking slightly as if she were summoning every ounce of fury her tiny frame could muster.

"And let's not forget," Revy continued, clearly enjoying herself as she toyed with an imaginary thread on her sleeve, "Guldrin's a prince. Did you think he didn't have arrangements in place? He had arranged marriages lined up before he vanished. Sure, everyone assumes he's dead now, so maybe those fell apart, but who knows? Royal ties are hard to break."

The statement hit like a thunderclap, and Shiro froze, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Arranged marriages?! What- what are you even talking about?!"

Meanwhile, Guldrin sat off to the side, watching the chaos unfold with a growing sense of detachment. "Yup," he muttered to himself under his breath, his tone as flat as a pancake, "everything's fine. Just another normal day."

To further drive home his commitment to ignoring the insanity, Guldrin pulled a pair of headphones from his pocket, slid them over his ears, and promptly drowned out the noise by diving into his true sanctuary, his car. With the hood up and tools in hand, he focused entirely on tinkering with the Chevelle, his hands moving with practiced precision as he tuned out the world around him.

In the background, Alisa was having the time of her life. She stood at the stove, a wide grin plastered across her face as she cooked, her ears tuned in to the cacophony of voices like she was listening to her favorite drama unfold in real-time. Every now and then, she'd chuckle quietly to herself, shaking her head at the absurdity.

Emily, the self-proclaimed queen of the household, seemed utterly indifferent to the chaos. She lounged regally on a nearby cushion, her tail swishing lazily as she sank her teeth into a massive mackerel. Her expression was one of pure feline contentment, as though the antics of the hoomans were nothing more than background noise to her grand feast. She occasionally glanced up, only to yawn dramatically before resuming her meal.

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