[ whenever her father decides to take a pit stop or come into work at the last drop, what he will see when he enters the office is probably not at all unusual, given the fact she is his daughter, and he knows all of her weird antics.
for starters, on the couch, there is a stuffed shark wearing a robe. the way it's positioned on the sofa is given the expression that it's in agony of some kind. and if this doll is displaying such torment, then there's a very high probability that jinx is in link with the sea creature's misery. ]
[ there are more clues around his office that will give him the full picture of what's going on regarding jinx. the second thing is the small trash can by his desk — inside, would be three small empty cups of what seems to be ice cream with three wooden spoons. on the other side of his desk is an extension cord that climbs all the way up and disappears in the dark rafters. it's the only indication that jinx is even in the room, on the count of the silence that's currently filling the space's atmosphere. and speaking of filling the air, there's a very sweet aroma flowing around his office space, a scent of lavender vanilla from a candle on his tabletop right near his ashtray (almost all burnt out to its base). last, but not least, are two more items on his counter.
one, being a sheet pack of painkillers that's shown to be tampered with, two capsules missing from its packet. and then, a "written order" for one cup of chamomile tea she placed downstairs at the bar, sometime before she slugged her way into the office. hopefully the barkeep hadn't forgotten her order, but that is why she penned it down for silco to check on its status if she finds herself unable to move again. because just the mere thought of having to climb back down and head to the first floor is exhausting, and she would rather toss herself out of her hammock and knock herself unconscious than to do any kind of tasks. ]
action; cw: teenager girl dealing with teenager girl things. but cuteness too
for starters, on the couch, there is a stuffed shark wearing a robe. the way it's positioned on the sofa is given the expression that it's in agony of some kind. and if this doll is displaying such torment, then there's a very high probability that jinx is in link with the sea creature's misery. ]
[ there are more clues around his office that will give him the full picture of what's going on regarding jinx. the second thing is the small trash can by his desk — inside, would be three small empty cups of what seems to be ice cream with three wooden spoons. on the other side of his desk is an extension cord that climbs all the way up and disappears in the dark rafters. it's the only indication that jinx is even in the room, on the count of the silence that's currently filling the space's atmosphere. and speaking of filling the air, there's a very sweet aroma flowing around his office space, a scent of lavender vanilla from a candle on his tabletop right near his ashtray (almost all burnt out to its base). last, but not least, are two more items on his counter.
one, being a sheet pack of painkillers that's shown to be tampered with, two capsules missing from its packet. and then, a "written order" for one cup of chamomile tea she placed downstairs at the bar, sometime before she slugged her way into the office. hopefully the barkeep hadn't forgotten her order, but that is why she penned it down for silco to check on its status if she finds herself unable to move again. because just the mere thought of having to climb back down and head to the first floor is exhausting, and she would rather toss herself out of her hammock and knock herself unconscious than to do any kind of tasks. ]