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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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i don't know how i missed this... sorry

you're good! you know im pre-hiatusing anyway so tags come when they come.

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