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[soul_sister]

This mailbox is currently useless and I'm not bothering with it. Please try my secretary.

((OOC: She will be answering things here, naturally. She's just a jerk.))

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[overclocking]

[Of course.

He tenses, watching the burns pale and heal over, just as quickly as she cracked the seal. There's no sense in him resisting it when the power has already left her.

He doesn't object, at least not verbally, but much of the good humor from earlier slips away.]

[soul_sister]

[And it's closed the very next second.]

Honestly.

[overclocking]

[He turns his arms so that she can see, hoping to appease her.]

There. It's fine.

[soul_sister]

[While she watches the gesture, eyes scanning the smooth, unblemished skin, it's hardly with the critical look she normally would have. He wouldn't be making the offer if anything was actually left.

With a satisfied nod, she starts rolling up the bandages carefully. They're bound to need them again.]

Good! [She glances back at the wreck of the kitchen and sighs.] There's still so much to do.

[overclocking]

[He doesn't follow the glance. It's too soul-crushing.]

... Go get cleaned up.

We can worry about it after we find breakfast somewhere.

[soul_sister]

Well, I'm not going to turn down an offer for a break.

[She picks herself up and dusts off her skirts. The gesture, it does nothing.] ... This thing really is ruined...

[overclocking]

[He reaches out to tug on it a bit, turning the fabric this way and that to inspect the damage.

... He's not sure his laundry level is high enough for this one.]

Well... I could try, but...

[soul_sister]

I'm going to need another one in the mean time anyway.

[overclocking]

... You're going to have to pay for it.

[soul_sister]

... Give me my money back then!

[overclocking]

It's going towards fixing the kitchen.

Go earn some more if you want a new dress.

[soul_sister]

.......

You mean until the next allowance?

[overclocking]

... No.

Get a job.

[soul_sister]

Like... a secretary?

[Said as if she can imagine no greater horror than reports all the time. ALL THE TIME.]

[overclocking]

[With the bland indifference of one who, for four years, has had to do all of the actually shitty jobs.]

If that's what it takes.

[soul_sister]

.. maybe it's fine like it is!

[overclocking]

If you're not too attached to breakfast or dinner, yeah, definitely.

[soul_sister]

You wouldn't.

[overclocking]

It's not a matter of wouldn't, it's a matter of couldn't.

[soul_sister]

Just wait! I'll get an incredible job, and wow everyone with my progressive spirit!

[overclocking]

I'm waiting with baited breath.

[soul_sister]

Fine! Do that!

[overclocking]

Fine!

Now go shower! You still smell!

[soul_sister]

I WILL! MAKE BREAKFAST!

[She picks up with a huff and bustles over to the shower.]

[overclocking]

[He sighs, his suffering mighty, and stands to see if they have anything vaguely food-like in what remains of the kitchen.]