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[ the chilly silence lingers in the air as she quietly contemplates about her dinner, but she shakes her head to dismiss it. jinx knew her father is right, and so is the voice of reason that's somewhere hidden in her dark clouds of worry, jealousy, and anger. still and all, she links her arms around her thin frame and her stubbornness reared forward. ]

I'm not... really hungry.

[ the confession almost died in her throat, but it somehow managed its way past her lips -- probably through the gap between her two front teeth. his daughter finally moves after being behind her father for so long, and collects her meal to be placed inside their fridge. ]

Edited 2024-07-16 15:24 (UTC)

[He nodded his head, accepting that any will to eat had left them both. The topic of discussion still hung cool and heavy between them, and he understood it would take time to prove that he could handle the situation appropriately and that Richard had no interest stealing him away from his only child. Though, it had not been a topic of discussion, he still considered their association sexual in nature only even when he found other comforts.]

Agreed. We will eat later then.

[He pulled his legs under him so that he could set them on the floor to stand and grab his own plate in order to take it to the kitchen. He followed Jinx to putting his own barely touched sandwich into the fridge, unwilling to waste her hard work and meal prep.

He stepped up to her to take a moment to rest his temple against hers for a few seconds.]

[ with her thoughts still thick and possessing her, she almost jolts in surprised when silco approaches to press their temples together. but jinx relaxes into it and remains motionless until those seconds pass. his daughter gets to work when their closeness breaks, crouching down to a cabinet to open and shuffle around for a duffle bag that's been stored away.

she unzips it when it's placed on the counter, then moves to a drawer where the knives are kept. one by one, she selects the tools from all different shapes and sizes, from a chef's knife, a steak, universal, cutting, and carving. his daughter shuts the tray door and opens another, with this one having capped oil crayons of all colors. and with these, jinx doesn't pick and choose but collects them all to stuff in the bag. ]

[ his daughter squints over her items she gathered so far, and her face twists in dissatisfaction — like there's something amiss. so she paces off to the opposite side of the kitchen, and rummages through other drawers with her fingers shooing away various objects around. a few seconds of searching until she finds what she's looking for, three capped disposable syringes that contain some dark lemony-colored components. ]

[He withdrew after those seconds, and he didn't move far away either. Instead, he found a point in the kitchen where he could lean on the counter and watch her prepare her tools for the night. He said nothing about the activity that she was about to participate in, and he frankly didn't care that she was going to hurt people that didn't even exist. Perhaps it was pushing this simulation they endured towards ruin, but he had always allowed her leash to be loose.

After all, he had provided his instructions on how he expected the night to go. He was already meantally forming plans on how to mitigate any blow back. He would have Levi follow at a safe distance then but instruct the boy to not interfere.

With her leaving, his expected plans of a quiet night began to shift. This event would take most of the night, so he could drop in on Richard. They would have some solid hours in one another's company; he could complete the intended work tomorrow. It was tempting, knowing Jinx would be preoccupied and unlikely to return here until the early morning hours, if at all.]

You have everything that you need?

[ now that everything is tucked away, she slings the strap over her shoulder and hums to confirm his answer. the only thing missing is a disguise, but keeping her identity confidential is not on the for front of her mind. quite frankly, jinx doesn't care at this point if the locals spread rumors of tonight's terror (that is, if she feels merciful tonight to let them live) nor if the council discovers her evil doings.

if anything, this will be her way of speaking to silco's mystery whoever. cross her and you'll become her finger painting canvas. and who knows, maybe by doing this will keep everyone who is involved on script. if her father is insisting on having a pet, fine, but she's going to orchestrate how this play will go from start to finish. what's that saying again? curiosity kills the cat? and whoever this cat is will respect its manners and her domain, or she'll have to give them a private lesson about following and obeying the hierarchy. ]

[ jinx shuffles out of the kitchen, ignoring her boots resting in the corner, and her way to the front door. she swipes her set of keys to stuff in her pocket, then glances over her shoulder to her father. the words, "i'm leaving" doesn't sit right for her to say given what happened between them last month. in fact, she half wonders if her father seeking out for a lover was a result of her being such a rotten daughter, just like how vi got pushed to caitlyn because she was an awful sister. she tenses over that thought, but forces the two words to pass her lips: ]

... See you.

[Silco sighed as she ignored his question and simply packed up and moved to leave. This situationship was not a topic that was over, he knew, but he had hoped that Jinx would let him have a small bright spot just beyond their circle for as long as it lasted. He gave it a few months, and then he could settle right back into seclusion from intimate partners as he had for decades before coming here.

He couldn't lie to her; he had run afoul with regards to withholding information from her too long while he verified it. He knew withholding the information was result in far worse, yet he couldn't help but realize his social circle was so small and he trusted so little that this was something he would sit on alone. It was his decision, his momentary weakness to enjoy being desired.

Perhaps he would pay dearly for it.]

Yes, see you, Jinx. Call if you need anything.

[He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers once she had left, shaking his head as he stood in silence in the vacant house. Maybe this was some form of empty nest syndrome or some other bullshit. Either way, he remained alone cleaning up after her meal prep and tidying the house before the weight of their discussion and its impeding iterations of the future had him forcing his feet into shoes and leaving the house to check in on Richard. If unavailable, he would simply check on his businesses.]

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