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Well — Uh — Never.

( whoopise, wrong thing to say there, but she doesn't seem all too concerned if she offended him somehow. instead, jinx rocks back and forth in her sack like a swing, then extending her arm up to the rafters to unhook one side. the sheet plummets gracefully and dangles long enough, if she wants to climb down, she can. however, his daughter doesn't do so quite yet and remains on the hammock to stretch her legs and play around in. )

Just, y'know, didn't think you care about this holiday 'cause it's not a Runeterra holiday. It's some thingie the people here are spazzin' on about.

Edited 2023-12-26 17:51 (UTC)

I don't care about it; however, I care about you.

[He had grown up where gifts were few and far between if they happened... ever. Any kind of prize had to be stolen back then, and it was a risk to flash any new items in the streets in case someone wanted to steal it themselves.

However, Jinx was someone he made the extra effort for even if he didn't care for the festivity itself. Besides, this wasn't a difficult gift to have commissioned, and he expected that she would put it to use anyway. It wasn't wrapped to show his distaste for the holiday, but at least it could remain a surprise as she woke herself with her trapeze routine.]

( she smiles warmly down to him, the kind of smile that's reserved for him to see and enjoy alone as she finally scales down the blanket. her feet meet the floorboard, like the sheet, rather elegantly, then prances on over to the table.

jinx cocks her head from one side to the next as she inspects it curiously -- as if she's trying to use some sort of x-ray vision to see what could be inside without opening it. but then not wanting to dilly-dally any more than she has been, his daughter removes the top of the box to find — )

[He returned to sipping at his coffee as he awaited her landing on the floor. He leaned on the counter, relaxing as she approached the box and examined it. Nothing fancy. No writing, no wrapping, no tape sealing the box shut. It was folded together so it wouldn't open on its own and that's it.

Inside she would find a gawdy faux fur jacket with all of her favourite colours mixed in. She had said she needed a coat similar to his, and he had commissioned this shortly after that conversation.]

You'll have to try it on and make certain it fits. I only had a rough estimate of your measurements. Alterations can be made as you desire.

[By 'rough', he meant he knew her measurements because it seemed to be a father's duty to know such things just for these reasons.]

( at the sight of the jacket, her mouth gaps open in a gasp before grinning from ear to ear. she blows out a high pitch squeal while bouncing up and down in place, then clapping her hands energetically. jinx can hardly contain herself when she reaches for the coat to hold up higher above her head for better viewing. and silco didn't need to tell her twice on trying it on as she swings it over -- slipping her arms in sleeves then doing a few spins like it's some sort of dress. )

Aww, I love it...!!

( laughing, his daughter prances over to drape her arms over his shoulders, planting so many kisses against his temple, and saying "Mwah" with each smooch. )

You're the best dad in the whole world...!

[He hid his small smile to her reaction behind his coffee mug, his mismatched eyes following her hopping about. The coat also fit her well - perhaps a touch on the big side - but it definitely seemed like the kind of style that she would flounce around in no matter where she went in town. They both had needed coats and now they had them.]

Good. It fits you well and should be warm if the weather continues to transition to cold.

[He dropped his mug down to the side as she came over, eying his daughter. He wrinkled his nose slightly at her peppering of kisses, sighing as he tolerated the affection. Secretly, he enjoyed it.]

Clearly I'm going to need a future mug with such words so everyone will know of my greatness.

Is that a hint you're giving me for your next present? You sly dog.

( giggling still, she struts over to the other side of the table to take a seat, shoving the box very carelessly onto the floor (not like the box was fantastic anyway). her hands brush along the sleeves of her new fuzzy jacket with her legs rocking underneath. )

So what's the latest sitch? Anything mind-boggling happened while I was snoozing?

Edited 2023-12-28 04:01 (UTC)

It wouldn't be the first mug you've gifted me with.

[He actually quite disliked how many of his cherished objects from his office weren't here. Mugs, ashtrays, even pictures had been adorned with her graffiti and given as gifts over the years. None of them here in Aldrip. The jacket was a good replacement for some of his more favoured objects.

He pushed off from the counter, shrugging his shoulders as he slowly eased into the other chair.]

Little excitement aside from people celebrating this holiday. I expect it will be quiet for today. Beyond that, I will have to set up my little required servitude to the Council soon.

( dramatically and a little comically, jinx lies her head down on the table with her arms extending across the table. )

Guess it's a "Jinx sleep" kinda day. I could use another twenty or thirty minutes of shut-eye before I get the gears moving.

[He watched her dramatics with his version of bemusement.]

Do you want a cup of coffee, or would you prefer to snuggle down in the coat and sleep for a few hours?

... Really? — Coffee?

( she lifts her head slightly to give her father a look. this is a joke, she hopes. because when has he ever seen her with the stuff?! coffee is only meant for stuffy old people who enjoy reading boring papers about politics. which... explains why silco has a cup every morning at his work desk. )

[He took a purposeful long sip from his coffee mug, staring at her above the rim.]

You're right. You can't settle now, so adding coffee would likely mean the house would cease to stand within twelve hours.

[He leaned back in his chair, watching her and slowly shaking his head. He knew better than to challenge her, and it wasn't the kind of relationship they had. Still, he could do his version of teasing her.]

Lay your head down and sleep then. I'll watch over you.

But what about breakfast? You sure you don't want help?

(not that she thinks her father can't handle it on his own, but it's one of the rare hobbies the two share. although, a yawn escapes her lips and the countertop, despite its texture, feels rather comfortable for her weary head. )

I should be fully capable on my own if history has shown any indication. You don't sleep nearly enough as it is, so it's best to take the opportunities when they arise.

[He could make food and was actually getting better at it. There was a benefit to owning to restaurants now in that he could occasionally improve previously atrophied skills.]

( folding her arms on the countertop to use as a pillow, jinx presses her cheek against her newly fuzzy sleeve coat -- allowing her body to unwind. to fall asleep right here on ground level is slightly nerve wrecking to her, it's easy for enemies to get the upper hand this way.

sleeping in the rafters makes things complicated for intruders, thus why she tends to hang in the ceiling (besides the fact she prefers to be above it all than below). but all the windows and doors are locked tight, and she isn't alone either. so things should be fine. )

... Okay. Wake me up if someone is breaking in.

Edited 2024-01-07 04:42 (UTC)

[So she would sleep right there, was it? Silco didn't mind as he could keep an eye on her and minimize the kind of noise that might disturb her sleep in the house at least. Outside was another matter that he couldn't control... not yet anyway.

He sipped from his mug of coffee, abandoning the need for breakfast at this point. He persisted on coffee for many years, and that was good enough for him. He had financials to read and the network to look over as well, so he could keep things quiet while remaining close by so that she wouldn't feel alone in the house on the main floor.]

No one would be stupid enough to break in, I expect.

Mm... you're right.

( she agrees, yawning one more time then breathing in deep and out to expand her lungs. ) Good night, Silco.

( which it's strange to say given it's no longer night, but morning. but saying "good morning" sounds ridiculous, and it's mostly associated with getting ready for the day. and jinx is definitely not ready for the day just yet. she needs about maybe two more hours. )

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