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[conflictresolution]

"Leave a missive, but be brief about it."

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[opheliac]

[ jinx thins and wets her lips as she can feel her cheeks warming with slight embarrassment. is he trying to hint that she possibly has shit taste for choosing a guy like quentin? she isn't going to agree or disagree that her ex was prince charming, and she is a girl who refuses to lie. because in truth, he wasn't all bad, he was sweet sometimes, he supported her when it came to her voices and hallucinations, and their sex life was phenomenal. but the most recent events of that relationship outweighed and clouded the good, and for silco to compare him to the pilities made it seem as if she had some sort of hidden bizarre complex. ]

I-I wouldn't... go that far....

[ she stutters over her words before sipping more of her drink to hide her shame. at least the drink tastes good... because apparently, her taste in boys aren't. ]

[conflictresolution]

[Silco leaned over the pool table again, resting one hand on the edge of it as the other stabilized his cue as he lined up another shot. He didn't take it though, turning his head to regard his daughter. This was not a topic that they had discussed openly before, and he had previously made his feelings on the matter far more muted than he actually felt.]

Then close to that line. Even you admit he treated you terribly. You deserve better, and you will find that person someday.

[He turned his attention back to the game, shooting and missing sinking the next solid by an unfortunate ricochet. He stood and glanced at Jinx.]

Your move. [Double meaning.]