( she parts her lips to speak, but only to immediately shut them close. her eyes squint to the right of her, and her fingers twitch in irritation. naturally, there's no one there to the right of them, which could only mean one thing. jinx shields her ear with her hand as she crushes her eyes tight in an attempt to block out whatever she's hearing. and when that doesn't give her any bit of relief, his daughter slams her palm against the table in hope to spook the dead, and jolt them enough from continuing. )

Shut up! — Can't I just have one conversation without you butting in all the time?! Just... go in my room, mess with my crap, be on my tablet, do whatever. Just... go!

( and she falls silent then, glaring at this "nothing" until she slumps back in her seat. his daughter blows out a sigh in exhaustion, a hand comb through her bangs, then over her slight corrupted face. it's draining to be the one to entertain both "mylo" and "claggor" whenever they get ants in their pants. and it's even more infuriating when they want to chime in discussions they have no business being a part in. but finally, the twin-braided girl straightens again and looks over to her father -- her voice low. )

How... long are you stayin' up tonight? And is it okay for me to... crash in your office? If... you're still awake?