Unity/Chapter 2: For Me, It Was Thursday

A Note For The Readers
I, Time, will be writing the majority of this chapter, but Nitro will be helping me.

On the note of canon, this takes place an indeterminate amount of time after Secret Discord. I'll try to keep spoilers for it to a minimum, but some events within the RP will most likely be mentioned at some point, so be warned!

Chapter 3: For Me, It Was Thursday
It was a rainy Thursday afternoon, like many others that had come and gone recently. Despite this, Station Square was bustling once more, as if the events prior hadn’t even happened at all. People had returned to their lives, most of the damages had been fixed, and it seemed like all was fine.

For Clock-Watch, resident attorney-slash-detective, it was just a Thursday. Another day of slogging through case files and reports in the office for him (though his ‘office’ was really just a room in his apartment). He sat at his desk, shuffling through various folders, looking for something.

“Hey, how goes the case?” A voice called out from the other room. It belonged to his sister of a sort, Ryoku. The two had met only about a month ago, but already had formed a sibling-like bond, being involved in all sorts of cases and intrigue. Apparently, both were made by the same creator, so they stuck together.

“Eh, it’s going.” Clock replied. “I’m looking for the forensic report on this one, though; it might just have the info I need.”

“I doubt that there’s a forensic report for a common gas station robbery.” Ryoku said. “What would that even get you?”

“I’ve just got a feeling, that’s all.” Clock sighed, setting the folders back down. Standing up, he stretched briefly, before walking into the other room at sitting down at his reclining chair, looking over to Ryoku, who was sitting on the couch.

“Something got you down?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “You’ve been a little more glum than usual recently.”

“It’s just stuff that’s been on my mind since the incident that happened recently, that’s all…” Clock muttered, looking to the side. It wouldn’t take a lie detector to tell that he was trying to hide something, judging from his face.

Ryoku sighed. “I’m sure that we won’t have to worry about those crooks causing any trouble for a while. Just take it easy, okay? I got a parfait for you while I was out; take a break and give yourself something to eat.”

“One of the kind I like from that little shop three blocks down?” He asked, his eyes slightly lighting up.

“You know it!” Ryoku responded, making a finger gun at him and grinning.

Clock gave a small smile. “Thanks. That means a lot.” Walking over to the fridge, he pulled out the treat and sat back down in the chair with his parfait and a spoon. “I gotta stop worrying about crazy super-organizations and imminent world domination. When it happens, it’ll happen. Until then, I’m going to eat.”