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@ thursday
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@ thursday
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It does. Occasionally I've seen some of the establishments here provide those more necessary items on the house, but... you can't always assure they remain untainted.
[He doesn't specify — tainted by what. It varies, he's noticed, but certainly there is one worse than the others.]
I ate earlier.
[There's a moment of pause, and then Robin will find her Watch chiming with a notification, where a portion of credits have been transferred from a user "thursday" into her bank account.]
Please buy yourself anything you need. If you're ever out, let me know. I've had success at a few of the betting games recently.
[It's not... a lie. Yet it also conceals this amount is the majority of his own account, a fact he cannot share if he's determined for this not to become a problem.]
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Sunday
( it's almost like she's using his government name here, and though text holds no tone, he might be able to imagine it when his watch chimes with the same kind of beat as credits are sent back to his account.
with interest it seems. )
... I won't be a burden to you.
( friction, maybe, when he's always protected her, and she's never stepped outside the shadow of his wing. but here, when she knows her brother, when she knows how risk-averse he could be...? )
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Robin. I earned those credits for you.
[All his hard work???]
It's not a burden. Haven't I provided for you in the past? Why won't you allow me to do it now?
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hard to tell by text, but it's too easy to imagine his tone, how she can feel how serious he might be about this. )
I'm so thankful, Brother. Truly.
( just in case... she seems unappreciative. )
But when currency comes at the price it does, I ( ... how does she say. that she can't imagine that he fucks or gambles to the point of a steady allowance. but she's still having a hesitant time about it too. ) worry you might invest so much in me that you leave too little for yourself.
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[Will they ever move past this formal way of speaking... no, at least not now, because Sunday still struggles with it — has struggled in many ways these last several years, uncertain of how to stand at his sister's side and face her. Worse, now, with his own failure stark behind him.]
I'm not doing anything untoward. [i.e. sex........] I earned this through my own merit and effort. Accept it as a gift, this time. Please, for my sake.
[And — yes, those credits are getting sent back. He puts a freeze on his own account, so if Robin tries to return them, she'll be temporarily blocked.
The ease of this distant communication makes it easier to confess:]
Taking care of you gives me greater purpose in a place like this.
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... shouldn't he? for that matter... it isn't an argument that he'll let her have, in any case, when her watch beeps again with his deposit and makes an off-tone with her own failed return. she stares at her wrist for a long moment, and then another longer one, frustration and a feeling of something bittersweet welling up tight in her throat at his incoming message.
his protection has always felt warm, but especially here, after everything, when she knows it shouldn't be so one-sided... )
... I want to take care of you, too, Brother.
( distance β does make this easier. )
You'd said that we could work together, couldn't we? So we should pool our resources.
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Her, stardom and celebrity buoyed freedom of both a physical and financial kind.
Him — well, Penacony was in no short supply of resources.]
I can see if it's possible to create a joint account between us.
[Acquiescence, finally.]
Would you accept something like that?
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plus, text can hardly convey the way that robin puffs up on her end of the line like a ruffling bird, all pleased at this compromise. )
I would be honored, Mister Sunday.
If it helps ease this decision, I will do my best to show you my financial independence by getting into the occasional squabble over the dessert allowance with you.
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[Even if it's... cute, in a way it literally never is when anyone else calls him 'Mr. Sunday'.
Also, no, her brother still does not know how to joke.]
There's no dessert allowance. Eat as much as you would like.
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Aren't you worried you spoil me too much? One day, I might think to spend our hard-earned chips on more cake than either of us can eat, and where would that leave the both of us?
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[Wow, this faintest glimmer of... teasing.]
If she does happen to demonstrate such behavior, then we'll have to resume my original suggestion — and she'll be placed on a budget.
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And thus I'd become the recipient of my dear brother's cute scolding face...
That *is* quite a threat, Mister Sunday. I suppose I'll promise my good behavior, after all.
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Then I think we have an understanding, Miss Robin.
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that besides, in case the Powers That Be require an... address... to consider their application for a hypothetical joint bank account: she forwards him her room number.
... not because she's secretly hopeful he'll visit or anything. (she is.) )
I know it's a little unconventional... Of course, I can come in person to vouch for it too.
( jic he thinks he can sidesweep the topic... )
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[And, in fact, after some deliberate work on his side through the Watch's automated system — the joint account is created. It registers their current names in the system, unfortunately, and he hasn't yet been able to change that... so Thursday and Pigeon they remain.]
You should receive the credentials to access the account shortly. If you'd like to transfer the funds I already gave you into it, please feel free.
[Big brother business mode activated.]
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Thank you, Brother.
Does this mean we'll be having dessert together soon to celebrate our union?
( stop avoiding her already. :( )
'our union' they're married your honor
Were you craving any dessert in particular?
someone's going to make that mistake
I think the selection might be limited if we're to be careful...
But it shouldn't be that hard to find something sweet, right?
sunday won't correct them and then he'll have a crisis later
[Yes, he'd rather some rando suffer consequences than his sister, is that so wrong?]
I'll investigate some safe options for us.
you mean they won't get matching rings π
though lbr she's also employed that watch and wait tactic, so... )
I wouldn't want to put you or anyone else at risk to sate my sweet tooth.
( ... but there's a thought. )
You've avoided the food and drink that's been tampered with then?
I apologize... I realized I'd nearly served you something that could've carried that danger.
( ... the martini... )
after his crisis he'll buy them rings π
[The secret is that he would consume anything Robin handed to him without question. Siscon privileges.]
So far I've avoided those foods or beverages I suspect to be tainted. Most often, it's quite obvious — some places even advertise their 'enhanced' properties.
Ideally we would be able to make our own food. [Ahem.] It's unfortunate that our suites don't come equipped with the necessary tools.
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... I wonder if they'd allow use of the kitchens somewhere...
Although I understand upgrading our rooms is also a possibility... Perhaps it can be done with luck at an actual card game.
( ... and not by having sex? unlikely... but if she can just be idealistic for just a message longer. )
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It's possible. I'll try to raise your rank as soon as I can, but in the meantime, let's see if we might be able to find a spare kitchen for our own use.
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... Raise my rank?
( forget dessert for a moment, she's picking up a trend, and she's still not sure what she can do about it. )
I would ask and beseech for your every comfort, Brother. So I cannot speak against such a sentiment when I am so touched by your kindness... But truly. A communal kitchen and a bed to sleep in is more than I could ask for.
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Isn't it natural that I would wish to improve your circumstances?
[That has been his goal, all along. To brighten the world around the pearl of her presence. She deserves nothing less.]
Ideally, we won't remain here long enough for it to matter.
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not me deliberately ending the thread on comment 69 of this post