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Good evening, Kenos...
[The sense of Communion is less of a solid thing, an actual face or clear voice, and more of a sensation of smoke curling in the air, seeping into your senses late at night with a husky rumble and a fluffy(?), warm embrace.]
You must forgive me for calling during such a, hmm, fraught time... I take it to understand some VIPs have been killed... ? And then there was that dreadful light beam thing... Goodness, I've had so many tattoo clients the last few weeks I've barely managed to leave my studios to sate my hungers, let alone keep up with politics. I am an artist, you see, first and foremost.
Well, as an honorary Zenite I suppose I should at least be concerned that some wayward Meridian ruffian is going to sneak into my home and poison the poor Shard in my safekeeping to make it explode, like what happened to poor Mr. Michaelis'? I did see that...
[👁]
But I have something a little more personal to ask you.
Despite my long and adventurous life, you see, I have never been blessed with children of my own... So perhaps my maternal instincts are somewhat lacking? I am a little unsure as to how to handle the situation I find myself unwittingly embroiled in, so...
What does one do to gently encourage three young men with questionable hygiene practices to stop squatting in a small guest room with insufficient mattress numbers and become respectable and enterprisingly self-sufficient citizens of Highstorm?
I would appreciate any and all input on this pressing matter. Thank you~ ❤️
[A moment later, as if she had remembered this very important detail, she returns to Communion to add, (filtered away from a Certain Zenite Air BNB Host and His Three Tenants):]
Oh- And, apparently sex is off the table, so. Solutions that are not that, please! 💋
[The sense of Communion is less of a solid thing, an actual face or clear voice, and more of a sensation of smoke curling in the air, seeping into your senses late at night with a husky rumble and a fluffy(?), warm embrace.]
You must forgive me for calling during such a, hmm, fraught time... I take it to understand some VIPs have been killed... ? And then there was that dreadful light beam thing... Goodness, I've had so many tattoo clients the last few weeks I've barely managed to leave my studios to sate my hungers, let alone keep up with politics. I am an artist, you see, first and foremost.
Well, as an honorary Zenite I suppose I should at least be concerned that some wayward Meridian ruffian is going to sneak into my home and poison the poor Shard in my safekeeping to make it explode, like what happened to poor Mr. Michaelis'? I did see that...
[👁]
But I have something a little more personal to ask you.
Despite my long and adventurous life, you see, I have never been blessed with children of my own... So perhaps my maternal instincts are somewhat lacking? I am a little unsure as to how to handle the situation I find myself unwittingly embroiled in, so...
What does one do to gently encourage three young men with questionable hygiene practices to stop squatting in a small guest room with insufficient mattress numbers and become respectable and enterprisingly self-sufficient citizens of Highstorm?
I would appreciate any and all input on this pressing matter. Thank you~ ❤️
[A moment later, as if she had remembered this very important detail, she returns to Communion to add, (filtered away from a Certain Zenite Air BNB Host and His Three Tenants):]
Oh- And, apparently sex is off the table, so. Solutions that are not that, please! 💋
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If they are idle, then it is the best time to make them work on things that need to be done. Everyone needs to do their part in order for a society to work.
I heard food shortage is a potential problem, so maybe they can help with that.
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[Her part having been… well. No one needs to know that. ♡]
But they won’t listen to me, will they? It’s not like I’m their mother…
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[That was the impression he got from her words at least.]
As the property owner, it is within your right to remove them if they aren't cooperative.
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Or I would just do that!
My… “special friend” is the homeowner.
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[He's not sure what "special friend" is meant to mean, but maybe it means he's just very important to her. Sounds like a special person indeed.]
What is it that your friend wishes to do?
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Well, obviously, he must have some sort of... underlying desire to run a daycare? Or perhaps, he has always wished to be an older brother?
Something like that, I imagine?
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[What would Rinne do about it? Hiiro had always been an obedient child, but sometimes he's slow to understand, and maybe that was the case here?]
Has he talked to them about the situation?
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"Why the manor is gone and they need to find their own places now"? Or "why Kiritsubo-neesan wants them gone"?
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[Either way, she thinks they need to do something aside from squatting, right?]
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Perhaps that is my problem. A household un-united...
But there is just so much pity whirling about in there it is giving me a headache...
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[That earns a kind of curious, almost nudging sensation to manifest, like a curious little puppy who wants to know if she has food to offer. He isn't sure what she means by that, after all.]
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The teenage sort. Woe is me, the life I have chosen is so difficult, my free rent dorm room is gone...
Things like that.