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The frosty wind blew into his face as he sprinted down the icy streets, his short hair falling into his face. Behind him, the three cops skated faster and faster, and he heard the /thump/ of gunfire hitting a wall as he sped round a corner and ducked into an alleyway. His chest heaved as he clutched the straps of his rucksack, the tips of several weapons through the thin fabric and into his scarred back. Sucking in his stomach to make himself less noticeable, he watched the officers skate past his hiding spot. With a sigh of relief, he slowly stepped out of the alley, and started his slow trek home.
His large, heavy boots announced his presence as soon as he stepped inside the Aurora, making his call of “Nastya! Mom! I’m home!” unnecessary. The words were accompanied by the musical jingle of stolen goods, gold and silver jewellery tumbling in piles out of his bag, covering the floor in shining gemstones and precious metals. Before he even finished dumping the contents of his bag onto the floor, his younger sister skidded round the corner, her eyes bright. Nastya was always beaming when he returned from a longer trip, and this time was no exception. She leaped over the jewellery and slammed into him, knocking them both to the floor as she hugged him. He groaned, as her bony elbow poked into his eye. She was taller than him, and he hated it more than anything. From the corner of his eye he spotted the Doc walking in, leaning heavily on her cane. The older woman smiled softly, glancing at the piles of stolen goods.
“You’ve been busy.” she remarked softly, pursing her lips. “How much was all that worth?”
Jonny grinned, hugging his sister as he tried to sit up, struggling under her weight. “Yep!” he exclaimed, finally giving up and flopping under her. The action made Nastya burst into giggles again, and she pressed a soft butterfly kiss to his cheek before she stood up. It made him smile too, and he climbed to his feet, groaning and clutching his back dramatically. Carmilla chuckled. “Oh Jonny. Ever the theatre kid, aren’t you?” she murmured, extending a hand. He took it, and she pulled him into an awkward side hug, ruffling his hair. And, as she always did, Nastya took it as an excuse to appear suddenly from behind them and wriggle her way between the two, transforming the awkward hug into a pleasant group hug.
Jonny hummed into the young engineer’s arms, running his hand through her short hair. The sudden movement made her yelp in surprise, and she stumbled backwards, slipping on some of the golden jewellery lying haphazardly on the floor. Luckily, she was stopped by a fluffy white octokitten that cushioned her fall, throwing itself under her. As Nastya carefully stood up, her elder brother sniggered as he watched the flattened octokitten stumble away, much to the chagrin of Carmilla, who sighed.
“Really, Jonny. Be nice,” she said, batting at his head, irritated. He scowled, folding his arms and picking at the skin around his painted nails. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Wasn’t that funny anyways.”