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[thelittlestbub]

She steps out of the office and very, very carefully, doesn't slam the door. She wants to. She wants to slam the door and then slam her foot into it, fracturing it out of its frame. But, she doesn't. Instead, she leans against the wall and slides down it, her face in her hands.

No one, no one is listening to her! Her dads are not fine. They aren't! They wouldn't just... take off and not tell her. Oh, they'd leave her behind and go spend a weekend somewhere. But they'd leave a note, a voicemail, something.

She knows that her dads are sometimes rogues, she knows that sometimes, they don't, exactly, toe the line, but they've never done wrong by her. Even though they hadn't taken her in until she was eleven, they'd become her dads in a very, very short period of time.

She has to figure something out and find out where they are. She can't just sit here and feel sorry for herself.

Feeling her foot get bumped, she looks up from her hands, not realizing that she's been crying, until she looks at her hands. "Oh, hey." She says, miserably.

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[callmegladio]

He waited and watch as she made her calls and frowned when it seemed like each call was met with a negative. Gladio sighed and looked unhappy with these new predicament. He'd honestly hoped that someone might have been able to give them answers. Without they were still stuck on square one with no direction to go in.

Gladio pushed himself up to his feet and then held out a hand for Jubilee.

"I'll do that. I'll try and get what I can outta them. Gimme a day. Go home, try and get some sleep. I'll come by tomorrow with anything I've learned." And time off to lend her as much help as he could give.

[thelittlestbub]

She nods. She needs a day to make some arrangements for the cat, and to figure out what she's going to do. There are a few more calls she can make, but she's worried about what to do when that day is over. Where does she even start?

And if it comes to the fact that they forgot or something equally stupid? She's going to have Words with them, and they're going to find out how many swear words, in how many languages she actually knows.

"I appreciate it." She pulls out a card and writes her address on the back of it. The front is embossed and prettily made up with Jubilee's name, and one of her job titles: artist. "If you need me, my cell's on there, as well."