[It is not Bruno who responds to his name first. Rather it is the previously mentioned fat little dog that abruptly makes her appearance out of the kitchen, pausing just for a brief second before barking and bounding over in wiggling and bouncing excitement. It's difficult for her to make up her mind whether to lead him to Bruno or to stay and try to soak in attention. Fortunately Bruno removes some of the challenge by at least coming to the doorway of the kitchen. He has a little bit of a sleepy look in his eyes, having spent time catching up with changes in the books. He's let Fugo do most of the heavy-lifting on that end since he came to live with them — he has a much better sense for numbers than Bruno ever has — but he'd rather not be left out of the loop or rely purely on a verbal report. He's the one who will ultimately be held accountable, anyway.]
[Bruno leans, or rather sags against, the doorframe of the kitchen, rubbing at one of his eyes with the heel of one of his hands. He blinks the sleepiness away.]
You're home a little early.
[Or at least it seems like he is. He's really not sure how much time he's spent looking things over, so he actually has no idea what time it is right now. How Fugo is so ready and willing to lose time in those books is honestly beyond Bruno.]
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[Bruno leans, or rather sags against, the doorframe of the kitchen, rubbing at one of his eyes with the heel of one of his hands. He blinks the sleepiness away.]
You're home a little early.
[Or at least it seems like he is. He's really not sure how much time he's spent looking things over, so he actually has no idea what time it is right now. How Fugo is so ready and willing to lose time in those books is honestly beyond Bruno.]