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I dunno. I was expecting some undermining. Like, yeah, that'd suck ass and make me feel down, but it'd be your own?? That's not a problem in itself...

[Sweet girl, but incredibly crude language.]

Ah, never mind. I guess what I wanted to say in the first place is that I'm sorry both you and him got involved with me. I wasn't planning on using any magic whatsoever, but. Here we are.

Uh, I hope no one out there is gonna ask about that by the way... [Is that too much to hope for...]

[ Gus is in the back pulling some faces, which happens often when Claude is in the equation: there's a signal to 'stop' when she says "it would be your own", because he knows what his brother will say about it. It'd be "that's irrelevant", and it's not a nice thing to hear no matter how many times it happens.

(Note how Claude avoids using the word 'brother', he regrets saying it in the 'heat' of the moment when they came back, really.)

But. There's that slightly morbid smile on the elder Aubert's face when Iona mentions someone asking about her arm. ]

Doubtful. They'll be looking into it extensively by now, I imagine.

[ Claude must you do this ]

Mn. Well, I asked, got my answer. [SIGH and she flops back down onto the sofa chair, crossing her leg.]

That said, guess we'll all lay low then? I doubt they're gonna find out much because even in my own environment, I'm the only one who has this kind of arm. So freak of nature among even the weirdos.

You'd do best to lie low, of course. As for Auguste, that's his decision to make.

[ He sips his coffee, reaches inside his jacket with a free hand to inspect something that looks like an even more antiquated version of a beeper, one that glows faintly in his hand when he presses a switch on the side. ]

—And me, I see I've already been approached by unsavories who'd like me to operate on your arm.

[ He says this like he's saying he just got a message about someone's dog who just had puppies. ]

[From the kitchen, there's a noise, a deep stomp, coming from Oren who 's about to that resonates throughout the cafe, but stops when Iona makes her command.]

Oren. Stand down.

[Silence. Iona coolly looks at the device and then at the brothers.]

I stopped a bullet. Scapels won't even leave a scratch.

[ Claude is yet again about to say something wildly inappropriate, when Gus raises his hands and tries to pacify the situation. ]

Aaaaalright, alright! Sorry, Claude has a morbid sense of humor...

[ He shoves the rest of his sandwich into his mouth to buy time, and append: ]

What he's trying to say [ not that Claude will contest to misinterpretation ], is that there are bad people after you and he'll know about it. Yeah?

Ah. Well then.

That said, if they find me anyways, I'll fight every single one them.

[IONA...]

[ IONA... ]

O...kay, let's not do that though, because that could end up getting really damn messy.

[ Says Gus??? Who is he to talk...

Also lbr they're gonna get in trouble anyway, sigh. ]

Is there any way that you could like...go to your time? And uh. Maybe we can wait for things to blow over.

Well, when I open the door, it returns me to my apartment in my year. I'll be fine. I'm more worried for you guys!

Yeah, well. I'm used to danger! Right, Claude?

[ Cue approximately 5 seconds of silence. ]

I wonder how many shots you'll need, starting today.

[ A stellar vote of confidence, as only he can deliver under the right circumstances. He usually doesn't do this in front of other people— undermine Gus— but. Well. ]

[That little exchange makes Iona giggle. In light of what Gus told her about his doctor and being able to talk to Claude himself, it's just... Well, it's nice. Family can be nice. Even if she doesn't know the circumstances and the skewed dynamics of the Auberts, it doesn't change that fact.

Iona stands up and ties her hair back up again before turning to the brothers.]

Are you two going to rest up here for a while since everyone's in a tizzy where you're from? Since I'm here, I might as well keep it open for my other customers.

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[ Despite the small shudder that comes along for the word 'shot', Gus picks himself right up when he sees that Iona is going to open up shop again. ]

—Sure, do you need any help? I've always wanted to wear an apron.

[ Good motives. ]

Ah.. Are you sure?

[Not that she isn't opposed to help, but in light of how Gus is from a family whose essentially a French syndicate, it'd be kind of weird. Yeah. Even for a witch. But she won't fault him for that though.]

Hm. I suppose it'd make up for how our date ended up though.

'f course! I'll go wash my hands and pull my hair up, alright?

[ This is a new experience for him!! Also he might get to see more magically-inclined people, which is kind of cool if still pretty disconcerting.

He springs up and trots over to where Iona is, craning his neck. Overexcitable, this one. ]

... Oh, alright. [She sighs, but her expression is fond nonetheless. Iona's been finding Gus a difficult person to refuse if only because he was stupidly sincere even beyond her level. She points him to the back where Oren is.]

You can ask Oren for a uniform and apron in there and he'll get you settled in.

[ Gus has a lot of things to work on, but he takes direction surprisingly well, all things considered: he bounds to the back where Oren is, and everyone in the other room would be able to hear him cheerfully asking the guy where he can find a spare apron. RIP, Oren.

Meanwhile, Claude looks up from his perch in the far end of the room, and gives Iona one of his wan smiles. ]

Miss Iona. A word, if I may.

[Years of dealing with Berna as his master has prepared Oren for this day...

Iona was about to go and change herself, but stops when Claude addresses her.]

Mm? Sure, what's up?

About Auguste.

[ While he's not around to listen, of course, is implied. He pauses for a second, as if evaluating his words and how much weight he should put in them, before he goes on: measured, alarmingly neutral despite the context. ]

It isn't my place to tell him where he can or can't go, but he'd do well to lie low for a few days, preferably under protection. Frankly put, no amount of protection I can provide would be adequate, nor would he appreciate me shading him. That brings me to my point—

[ A tilt of the head. ]

—that, should he so choose, I would like you to keep an eye on him. This has nothing to do with me trusting or relying on you: it's simply a practical suggestion that you can refuse if you feel so inclined.

[ And, of course, that inscrutable smile. ]

I can't ask you to die for him like I would, or any of the others I could reasonably entrust Auguste to. But there are some people in this world who are entitled to live longer than others, and I would like for Auguste to remain alive as long as he can.

["Don't do that. Okay?"

... After hearing what Claude has to say, what Gus asked her to do makes way more sense than she would have liked. How long have these two been immersed in such a life? How many people had died and how much did it weigh on Gus especially??

And Claude... Man. For someone who obviously liked getting on people's nerves, he spoke as if he was perfectly fine with being thrown away. That doesn't sit well with her and it shows in her face although she doesn't attempt to protest that point.

With her hands on her hips and a few taps of her toes, she shrugs and gives her answer.]

Honestly, I'd feel bad if I didn't keep an eye on him after all this. I guess if you were gonna ask anyone, might as well be the bulletproof one.

And Claude?

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Precisely why I want your arm exactly where it is.

[ A gentle tease, now that he has the important thing out of the way. Her compliance is surprising— many people would refuse being dragged into something that's ostensibly not their problem— but he supposes that that's the sort of person Iona is. ]

Yes?

[She silently bends down to his level. Stares.]

[And then she pinches his nose with her left hand AGAIN.]

Punishment.

[And let's go~]

[ WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING... ]

You need a new skillset.

[ yeah yeah nerdlord ]

And you need to learn that I am perfectly capable of carrying two people.

[She stands up, nodding as if she's won something. There's a knock on the door and Iona replies with a, "Come in!"

To Claude, she winks and says:]

Since you're sticking around for Gus, just feel free to relax, okay? I'm the one running things here after all.

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