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I know, but I could numb the area and block your view. Unless you wish to stay off your feet a few days?

[He understood her hesitation to be stitched up, but he was concerned her allies and friends would come knocking if she disappeared for a few days to rest. He expected she could keep things under wraps, but would she want to after this incident?]

I could mind your Cafe if you prefer to heal it without assistance.

Yeah, I don't think so. You do waaaaaay too much already. — You've got numbers to squish, hands to shake, cigars to smoke in people's face, deals to make, and feet to stomp on. Who's gonna do all of that if not you?

[ she lifts her head just a little to take a peek over her father in her lying position. ]

I can get Fanny or whoever to go check. The cats can take care of themselves as long as they got food and water. They're SUPER independent. Not like dogs. Dogs need humans.

So that's a no to stitches.

[He didn't mind one way or the other. It was her choice how she decided to heal and he expected he would spend more time at home to dote on her. That was of course assuming doing so wouldn't annoy her.

He felt a twinge of discomfort at Fandaniel getting so close to her. He had his suspicions of that one but needed more information to make a call on how he was going to play the long game against him.]

I assure you that I can manage my time just fine.

I know, Mister Silly, but your silly meter is going way overboard. I can't have you go over the line, because if you do, your brain will go into wacko mode and that's not going to look good for business.

[ is what she's saying makes any sense? probably not to any sane mind of other chosen, but to her, it all makes absolute sense. work too hard and you might lose your mind. ]

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I know my limits, and I appreciate your concern. I think I can handle a café for a few days while you get back on your feet.

[If he could wrangle the undercity, the Chem barons and his enterprises, then he could handle her empty café. He wanted to assure her that he supported her still.]

Though what do you mean by wacko mode?

Ooooh, ya know. [ obviously, he doesn't if he needed to ask. ] You're just going on about your day, being your Silco self, and then... —

[ jinx snaps her fingers to indicate the sudden transition to the wacko mode. ]

— everything goes black. The next time you wake up, you'll have a scalpel and thread with your hands covered in blood. You look down, and see there's MORE blood of the people who frustrated you all into pieces, but sewn together. A nose on a cheek, a foot on a back, eyeballs in jars, the whole works!!

If you are referring to the bodies I leave in my wake, I assure you that I am fully conscious for their demise.

[He did what he thought he had to in order to force the undercity to be united. He removed rivals and an inconveniences alike. He didn't regret it in the least.

He leaned over and began to rebandage her injury. It was a snug wrapping once he had completed the task. Then he sat back and and continued to rest her legs on his lap.]

Would you prefer to be back inside your shark blanket?

[ just like before, jinx rolls lazily and cautiously off the couch and her father to crawl her way back to the abandoned blanket. was that even a question worth asking, really? his daughter becomes one with the costume in literally seconds as she fastens the mouth once more to shield her face.

rather than pulling herself onto the couch to relax, the teen flips on her stomach and begins to wiggle along the floorboards to pretend she is swimming along the ocean seeking for her next victim to attack. ]

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[Silco watched Jinx slip to the floor and back into that outfit. He was not surprised by her antics and remained on the couch observing her on the floor. Right there was the budding leader of Aldrip swimming on the floor.

He crossed one knee over the other and considered what tasks he could provide to keep her occupied a few days while she recovered.]

Do you have a tinkering project to keep you occupied?

[ she stops her "swimming", and twirls over her back again with her fins stretch out on each side. ]

Got a few things lined up. A portal gramophone Scott's wanting. I'm just waiting for the goody-two shoes to send me the blueprints, and I'll get on it.

[ jinx sits up, but not without slightly wincing when doing so — hunching over to pat her injured leg flipper. ]

He calls it a... "cassette player". Funny name, huh?

[Silco nodded his head, though he had no idea what a cassette was in this particular conversation - probably technology rather than engineer - so he had no idea why anyone would need to play one. Still, it seemed an appropriate project for his daughter and would focus her a bit.]

Why not simply modify a gramophone? [He always made certain to take polite interest in her projects. It was outside of his wheelhouse that was all.] Though perhaps I will use this opportunity to commission a small pistol from you.

Uh, because a gramophone is a piece of art and shouldn't be broken down to pieces? — And why do you need a pistol? Got someone you need to shoot?

[ she can only count a small handful of people her father would want to axe off this entire island, and if it's someone new... then, she is going to feel a little upset (not at him, but at herself) for not keeping tabs on his targets. ]

Oh is that so? Consider me educated on the special characteristics on the gramophone.

[He crossed one leg over the other as he watched her. He shrugged lightly, brushing off the potential concern.]

I have been receiving lessons and expect I should practice. I trust your work the most.

People here know how to use a gun besides me, Levi, and the dumb Enforcer girl? ... Huh, color me surprised. Ha—

[ she stops in mid-sentence as her head twists suddenly to the direction of their front door. quickly, she unfastens the button of her shark pajamas to reveal her face while carefully climbing up to her feet; using the coffee table for extra balance. ]

Coming!!

[ jinx calls out and scurries over to the doorway, highly curious just who is coming to visit them at this hour. except the reality is, there was no knock or ring of any doorbell. so when his daughter unlocks their latches and opens the door, she gazes all around outside in confusion to search for the visitor. ]

So it would seem yes. I assume you knew him. Brooding and a man of few words.

[He had learned his initial firearms skill from Jinx, noting the benefit of a longer range weapon given his less than ideal fighting style. He was owed for a favor and it seemed interesting to use training as a way to get to know people and their potential threat level here.

He raised an eyebrow at her sudden rise and call. As he had heard nothing, he turned his head to watch her progress to the door. It was too late for most visitors.]

Are you alright, Jinx?

Hmm?

[ she peeks over her shoulder at her father inside, then nods quickly. ]

Oh, yeah yeah! I just... [ not fully convinced no one is outside, jinx takes a step out of the doorway to take one more look around. the night is so eerily still, not even a breeze seems to be picking up to rustle any trees or signs. huh, oh well, she guesses, and she waddles back inside her home — shutting the door. ]

They must've gotten the wrong house.

[ she'll just persuade herself to that conclusion as she twists all the bolts and locks again. ]

There was no knock at the door that I heard, Jinx. Shut the door and come back to the couch.

[It wasn't particularly often that Jinx experienced her visual or auditory hallucinations in such a mundane way. It forced him to consider if she was stressed more than she was letting on.

Had the encounter with Richard rattled her so much? He would need to find his lover to discover the other side of this encounter. That would have to come after he had finished settling Jinx.]

Your demons are playing tricks on you.

[ her demons? she huffs out a tiny chuckle at his statement, and spins on her heel to carefully make his way back to him. ]

No, no. It was a... a really quiet knock. I was talking too, so... prrobably didn't catch it. I mean, I almost didn't.

[ jinx waves her hand dismissively over the whole circumstance, and grins to silco with it glistening of sheepishness and instability. ]

Whatever! Not a big deal. Uhm, so pistol. I can make it.

[Hearing was one of the few senses that he had at full strength regardless of his age thusfar. He was keen to hear people coming his way, a long used survival skill he kept up. He hadn't heard a knock.

Yet, he shrugged and had no reason to contest her. He had said his piece on the matter.]

I will pay you for the service. As usual, feel free to use the forge. I will let them know you will be dropping by.

Whaaat, pay me? Pfffft!! — That's like paying yourself!! Our money is one big thing, you silly guy.

[ gosh, her father is such a big dope sometimes. but that's what she loves about him, his mind being so strange, and the way it ticks in an unrhythmic way that even she can't comprehend sometimes. ]

Not true. Your revolution is not my revolution.

[He was striving for a bit of independence and making certain she knew that he valued her work enough to pay for it. Think of it like an allowance? She was right that she had relatively free access to his money, and at this point there was so much of it that he didn't care if she abused it a bit with her revolutionary activities.

He still kept track, but that was because that was who he was as a person.]

Okay, yeah, but you're still a little behind the curtains. Not a playing a big role, but you've got a part.

[that part being the financial part of things, since she owes... only her café and nothing else beyond that. should she invest in more things besides that? hard to say when she is just winging things as per usual.]

Financial support, yes. Moral support as well.

[He did want this revolution to be her and not him. He had formed and carried out his own revolution with actual success after a few false starts and multiple bumps in the road. He expected it was time for the younger generation, and yet he would provide what support was needed.

Besides, providing support meant he had a bit of control if he wanted to.]

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