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( she scoffs at the mention of the council, fingers still fiddling with her messy braid. it's so bizarre how her opinion of them changed over the months. when she arrived, she thought they were nothing but snobby honchos with their pinkies shoved up their noses. but now? now they've become more than some rulers behind a chair. they have power she had never witnessed in a day of her life, it angers and frightens her all the same. )

I dunno if I can deal with another punishment like that.

( jinx hates to confess to that, but her latest penalty was painful. it was difficult for her to function every minute of the day, and again, she can't just blow the place up to smithereens. who knows what kind of devious thing they have up their sleeves. for all they know, her next sentence might be a death one. )

[He nodded his head in understanding; he had watched her suffer and endure the lately punishment. He expected that each one would only get worse, even with the idea that Ragna had completed the kind of mission he had hoped someone in these parts would. For now, his concern would always remain Jinx, and it was his job to cultivate an environment where she could be herself.

He put the medical supplies away and then he returned to stand in front of her again. He returned his hands to cupping her cheeks lightly in order to try to focus her on him.]

Then don't. Build them as you like, and I will do what is necessary for us.

( to feel his gentle touch against her cheek never cease to soothe the aggravation bubbling within. and his daughter blows out a sigh through her nostrils as she fastens her eyes again. jinx can sit like this for hours, maybe even sleep this way, if it were possible. these subtle affections feed into her desperation of needing to be loved and to belong to someone. and although she has her father, her sister, and a handful of friends, somehow that itch continues to prickle all over her skin -- screaming for more people to scratch it away. it's infuriating, but at least right now it's being contained by him, her favorite man in the whole world. )

Mmmhmm...

( whether her humming is a cue that she understood and agreed with his words or she's expressing how she is enjoying this intimacy is pretty debatable, but either way, the teen nuzzles her cheek against his palm like a kitten. jinx forgets about the fidgeting with her messy locks and frees her grip little by little, her hands soon to rest on her lap. )

What do you want for breakfast?

( her voice relaxed and in slight murmurs, like she's back in her drowsy nature from when she woke up. )

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[That was good enough, and her shift in tone indicated that there was a high chance that the Shimmer in her bloodstream had stabilized. Good, that reduced the risk of more self-harm, and even more importantly, she could hopefully return to her normal energetic and chaotic self. It at least comforted him that the worst of the Council's punishment would be over for her, even if he remained committed to the idea that he would take any action on her behalf to spare the Council being able to act against her in such a way again.]

Probably just toast. What will you have?

( she reopens her eyes, but only to make a scrunch up face in slight disapproval. silco never tend to eat much and while she is aware of that, it's still not necessarily healthy. in his age, it's important to have a good balance meal at least sometime during his days, and she feels without her around, he might have wasted away the week of being here in aldrip. )

Sausage, toast, and eggs. The same thing you're getting.

( and she puts a lot of emphasis on the "you're" to make it perfectly clear he is getting more than just a snack. )

[He frowned at the idea that his choice of breakfast was not satisfactory. He wasn't even hungry, so this seemed the best method of approach. Her current description of a meal seemed rather over the top in his point of view. After all, he ate dinner. That meal was relatively guaranteed.]

That seems excessive. Toast has suited me fine since coming here.

[That was his claim, and he was sticking with it.]

It's not excessive, it's normal.

[ she doesn't seem all too convinced by his claim, and she shimmies herself off his office desk finally to stretch out her fatigued legs. ]

Toast isn't going to keep the storm brewing in your brain for too long, you know. There's a reason why it's an important part of the day. — And don't say you'll make up for it during lunch or dinner, 'cause I've seen what you eat during those meals, too.

[ with that, she skips off to pass him to head for the door. but before leaving the room completely, jinx calls out to him: ]

So you're getting a balanced breakfast, no whining!!

It's done the job so far.

[That was all he would counter with regarding toast. It wasn't that he even ate a whole slice of it anyway, but one piece could last him two breakfasts, sometimes more. He also knew that she wasn't going to take his answer as a win for this situation.

He wasn't going to waste time or his words continuing with this either. She would do as she pleased in that regard.

He collected papers from his desk and followed her down the stairs, getting set for the day.]

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