Eren had checked his phone eleven times in the last hour, which was eleven more than the phone deserved, because the screen kept saying the same thing every single time. Nothing.
He pushed it back into his pocket and went back to pacing a hole in the kitchen floor.
"Today. It clears today. He said today." He muttered it at the window for about the fourth time.
His dad didn't look up from the crate he was fussing over. Can had spent the whole morning packing the first real shipment, slow and careful, taping every seam down twice and labelling the outside of the box with the most boring words he could come up with.
Eren wandered over and read the label out loud. "Assorted Ceramic Tiles. Fragile."
"Nobody on Earth opens a box of bathroom tiles." Can finally looked up. "Customs sees ceramic, customs sees boring, customs waves it on through. You hide the strangest thing you own inside the most boring thing you own. I've told you this."
