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Usakii wrote: Edit:

Ducky tugged on Augustus's sleeve, looking at him with a questioning look as pancake syrup littered her face.

"Uncle Gussy, where is dad goin?!"

Alice sat in a ball on her bed, her eyes stining because she didnt have the motivation to close them. Her restless gaze only becoming more intenseby the second.

The room smelled strongly of alcohol, and old spirit bottles and glasses littered the carpet. "He's visiting Alice, I think," the burnette answered, grabbing a napkin to help wipe the pancake syrup on Duck's face.

"He'll be back."

''Maxwell creeked the door open to Alice's room slowly, the immediate aroma he can decipher was strong alcohol, which he coughed softly. Her condition looked worse than he saw her in.''

This was bad.

"Alice," the older man grabbed an office chair, sitting before the bed the depressed woman laid down on, "Talk to me... You're starting to worry me."