( since the toy still has extra time in its wind key before it completely shuts down, the monkey gets stick in a cycle of it climbing into the box and climbing out of the box. out of context, it looks rather funny but given it's function was to sit to protect the package and move off when it's activated, it's not too far fetch. luckily, silco doesn't have to watch or listen to its mechanical clanking for too much longer as it steadily winds down. the toy is in the empty box when it does, and says out loud to no one in particular: )
I'm sleepy.
( the thing drops dead weight into the case, and dies completely. meanwhile, jinx mutters something in her sleep up above and shuffles around to sleep on her stomach -- an arm hanging off the hammock with a loose grip of a screwdriver in her hand. it looks like she worked herself into exhaustion again, typical. )
[Well, she had said that it was still had plenty of kinks with the toy. He watched it move back and forth as he waited for the coffee to brew, shaking his head when it inactivated after declaring it was tired. Weren't they all?
As the coffee brewed, he walked off back to his room to pick up an unwrapped box and bring it back to the kitchen area. He set it down and left it there so he could pour some coffee into a mug that had far less scribbles and graffiti on it than his last one. No matter, he set the mug down to allow it to cool and watched his daughter sleep. How long until that wrench fell to the floor?]
( his curiosity as to when the tool will sink to the floor will be answered very shortly, because her fingers relaxes every millisecond, and it soon slips out of her grasp. when it lands to make a loud clank, jinx springs up wide eye and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind: )
I'm up, I'm up! — A rocket takes zero point eighty-five seconds to meet its target.
( she blinks a few times, disoriented and looking around rather rapidly to piece her surroundings together. did she fall asleep up here? )
[Silco was lifting his coffee mug towards his lips as he watched the wrench wobble in the air. Any second... and there it went. He sipped from his mug as the wrench hit the floor with a loud sound, unperturbed by the noise as it meant that she was awake now. Normal sleeping habits had never been within their little family.
He made a noise in his throat as he watched her bolt up, considering the possibility she might just roll right out of the hammock and have to catch herself or hit the floor. At his age, he wasn't going to be that much of a hero to safe a flailing teenager unless she was going head first.]
You should sleep without tools in hand. It might be more restful.
[Another sip from his mug. His shiner had faded to an ugly yellow green at this point, giving him a sickening appearance.]
Thank you for the jacket, Jinx. Your ticker toy was smoking again.
( after a few seconds of getting her bearings and realizing where she is, jinx throws her arms over her head in a stretch as a feline would, then slumping back down on the hammock. she peeks down from above in a yawn, watching her father. )
You're welcome. ( her gaze shift over to... wait, where did that little rascal of a monkey go? oh well. jinx can find it later. )
Gears keep sticking together on that thing. I think I need to apply more oil.
[Leaning back on the countertop, he watched her sort herself out from the rude awakening. The monkey was on the floor somewhere, but it was her little toy to keep track of at this point. He expected that Jinx would wake up more and decide to come down from her hammock perch in the rafters.]
It certainly sounds that way, yes. The quality of gears and scrap mechanical does not seem to hold much of a candle to Zaun.
[He gestured with a hand faintly towards the nondescript box.]
Your gift for this celebratory holiday is there when you're ready.
( that is the true hardship of this whole continent, honestly. jinx can buy and gather all the scrap in this place, but the quality will never be up to par like in runeterra. this mainland is years behind on its materials, although, the tablet is a nice touch. it's probably the only thing good it's got going for it. when he brings up and gestures over the present, jinx blinks a few times -- waking herself up more while doing little spins and tricks with her hammock, peering down nosily. )
[Silco watched her increase in interest for the box, peering at her wholly Jinx manner of leaning out of her hammock. She never did anything like anyone else, and that's one of the reasons that he cared for her so much. Outside of the box that one.
Yet, he gave her a flinty stare at the question, dropping his mug from his lips.]
( 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.
[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. )
[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?
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.
( 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. )
[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.
( 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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action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-25 09:05 pm (UTC)I'm sleepy.
( the thing drops dead weight into the case, and dies completely. meanwhile, jinx mutters something in her sleep up above and shuffles around to sleep on her stomach -- an arm hanging off the hammock with a loose grip of a screwdriver in her hand. it looks like she worked herself into exhaustion again, typical. )
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-25 10:00 pm (UTC)As the coffee brewed, he walked off back to his room to pick up an unwrapped box and bring it back to the kitchen area. He set it down and left it there so he could pour some coffee into a mug that had far less scribbles and graffiti on it than his last one. No matter, he set the mug down to allow it to cool and watched his daughter sleep. How long until that wrench fell to the floor?]
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-25 10:29 pm (UTC)I'm up, I'm up! — A rocket takes zero point eighty-five seconds to meet its target.
( she blinks a few times, disoriented and looking around rather rapidly to piece her surroundings together. did she fall asleep up here? )
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-25 10:54 pm (UTC)He made a noise in his throat as he watched her bolt up, considering the possibility she might just roll right out of the hammock and have to catch herself or hit the floor. At his age, he wasn't going to be that much of a hero to safe a flailing teenager unless she was going head first.]
You should sleep without tools in hand. It might be more restful.
[Another sip from his mug. His shiner had faded to an ugly yellow green at this point, giving him a sickening appearance.]
Thank you for the jacket, Jinx. Your ticker toy was smoking again.
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-26 03:00 am (UTC)You're welcome. ( her gaze shift over to... wait, where did that little rascal of a monkey go? oh well. jinx can find it later. )
Gears keep sticking together on that thing. I think I need to apply more oil.
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-26 06:36 am (UTC)It certainly sounds that way, yes. The quality of gears and scrap mechanical does not seem to hold much of a candle to Zaun.
[He gestured with a hand faintly towards the nondescript box.]
Your gift for this celebratory holiday is there when you're ready.
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-26 04:41 pm (UTC)Huh? You got me something?
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-26 05:34 pm (UTC)Yet, he gave her a flinty stare at the question, dropping his mug from his lips.]
When have I ever failed to get you something?
[Father of the year over here.]
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-26 05:51 pm (UTC)( 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.
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-27 01:31 am (UTC)[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.]
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-27 04:59 am (UTC)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 — )
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-27 06:09 am (UTC)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.]
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-27 09:50 pm (UTC)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...!
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-28 03:46 am (UTC)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.
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-28 04:01 am (UTC)( 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?
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-28 04:29 am (UTC)[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.
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-28 04:59 pm (UTC)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.
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-29 02:19 pm (UTC)Do you want a cup of coffee, or would you prefer to snuggle down in the coat and sleep for a few hours?
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-29 03:49 pm (UTC)( 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. )
action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-30 02:55 am (UTC)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.
action; christmas day
Date: 2024-01-02 04:23 pm (UTC)(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. )
action; christmas day
Date: 2024-01-06 06:40 pm (UTC)[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.]
action; christmas day
Date: 2024-01-07 04:41 am (UTC)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.
action; christmas day
Date: 2024-01-07 05:06 pm (UTC)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.
action; christmas day 🎀 wrapped like a present
Date: 2024-01-08 04:39 am (UTC)( 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. )