The Rest of the Phantom Thieves rushed down the escalator stairs, wanting to see if what Queen had said was actually true. And sure enough, as they reached the landing, they found their interim leader bobbing a tiny version of their leader over her shoulder.
“No way…” Skull hummed. “Forreal?”
“I guess we didn’t mishear her over the radio…” Panther sighed.
“Is that really Joker?” Noir asked, stepping closer to get a better look at the tiny mop of dense black hair.
“Oooh, gimme the baby!” Oracle demanded, making grabby hands towards Queen and diving towards her.
Queen simply sidestepped Oracle’s pounce. “Before we all get carried away, I think it’s best we get out of Mementos as soon as possible.” She gestured towards the rest of the floor. “It’s not safe for Joker right now.”
The sound of rattling chains off in the distance made it all the more convincing.
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“Hi, Akira, hiiii!” Ann cooed, smiling and offering her pinky to the baby held in Haru’s lap. She could feel herself almost melt as his tiny, pudgy hand wrapped around it. “Aww, glad to see we’re still friends. No, no… don’t put that in your mouth.”
“Didn’t think you’d all instantly go gaga over him,” Ryuji groaned, shuttling in two trays of Big Bang Burgers and fries onto the table.
Futaba chuckled. “Someone’s jealous that Akira’s such an adorable wittle baby.”
“I ain’t jealous,” Ryuji grumbled, shoving a fistful of fries into his mouth.
The thieves had regrouped and began recovery at the Big Bang Burger in Central Street. They had hoped that exiting the Metaverse was enough to bring their leader back to normal, but unfortunately it wasn’t the case. However, more than a few of the thieves would be lying if they had said they hadn’t hoped their leader was like this for just a little bit longer.
Akira was supposed to be dead after all, so having him at this state was as good as cover as any. Never mind that they already changed Shido’s heart and were just waiting for it to be confirmed… you could never be too careful.
It helped that Akira made an admittedly adorable baby, what with his dense floppy black hair framing his chubby little cheeks, and his clear bright gray eyes that surveyed the world with absolute curiosity.
“Soooo, who’s on babysitting duty?” Ann asked, pulling her finger away and turning her attention to her own food.
“That’s a good question, Ann,” Makoto sighed “Akira’s in no state to look after himself, and this isn’t the kind of thing we can easily explain to Boss. One of us will just have to look after him…”
After a brief but intense round of debate, the thieves decided that Akira’s caretaker would be…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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