Protect the Boy~ (Open O/O)

(Yep! We're ready to start.)

(I won't be able to be online tomorrow. Sorry!)

(RIIIIIPPPPPPP alright lol have a nice day tomorrow.)

(Oof I guess I can be online…yay!)

(Oof. Yay! Welcome back.)

(Okay, I might be a minute if I'm to start this… paragraph_rping.exe initialized.)

(Ah let's see if I have a start somewhere…)

(Found one!)

Coby carried the shaking boy to an unmarked building with a sign out front. The sign read U.S.A.H.D.A, with nothing else under it. It was a tiny sign in the garden under a few high windows. The building itself was quite large, kind of like a hospital mixed with an office.
Coby slowly set the boy down and let him lean against Coby's blood-stained chest, unlocking the door with a click. He walked in, completed a finger scan and a passcode to walk into a foyer-like area. He walked through, ignored thr secretary's call from her slate-black desk, and walked through the dark hall to a door. It was labeled Head Detective Office. Knock First–Please. Coby knocked with urgency, rapping loudly.

Margaret sat at her chair by her desk, and she stood when she heard the door knock. Her Short brown hair drifted, trying to keep up with her walking towards the door. Her pale blue eyes were set downcast, but only for a second before she stood at the door, smiling coyly before opening the door.
"Yes…?" Her voice dropped once she saw Coby and the boy.
"Coby, what happened?" Her voice was stern, but showed the slightest hint at worry.

(bump)

(Bump? Did I do something wrong? If so, tell me, and I'll see if I can fix it…)

(I think they might just be busy….)

(Yeah I was just out of it, I'm sorry. I'll be back on top of things on Tuesday, most likely ^-^)

(Okay!)

(Thsnks for understanding.)

(You're fine!)

(Uh…Bump? (I swear I'm not trying to be passive-aggressive!))