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And you paid it off spectacularly. Oren might not say it, but he appreciates the help too!

[Even if he was super loud and had little grace as a waiter, geez. Oren has no comment though. Iona pulls up her legs to wrap her arms around her knees, looking at the brothers expectantly.]

Soooooo. What next?

[ Ah, the elephant in the room. Gus sits up in his chair, looks back and forth between Iona and his brother. ]

Well...you should probably. Go home? I don't know about what I'm going to do— I have to lie low, but that's nothing n—

[ To which Claude interrupts with a brief: ]

"Maybe you could go with Miss Iona, Auguste. Though of course, it's not up to me to say."

Ah. Well. Yeah, that's... That's definitely an option!

[Oren: NO. COMMENT.

Iona's twirling her hair, going over how this may or may not go over well- they're from a different parallel time after all and while she may not have to sweat certain details with them (like historical ones), just... Oh, what the hell. Over think this later.]

I live in an apartment, but I could use magic to make extra rooms... [Thank god her only roommate is Oren and he doesn't even sleep!]

[ This actually reminds Gus that he hasn't heard how far into the future Iona is actually from: clearly his brother withheld that information just so Iona can have the satisfaction of him flipping out. Which he'll do in a second, just watch him. ]

—Hey, really? I have to say that I'm curious... what year are you from? 1900? 1950...?

[ Aim for the stars, Gus. ]

... Add another century to 1900, hon. Then you'll be more on the mark.

[THAT'S ALL SHE'S GOTTA SAY ABOUT THAT.]

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[ Uh. ]

Uh.

[ A. Century??? ]

—Does that mean you think I'm an old man?!

Well.

I wouldn't be wrong...

Noooooo!!!! I'm 20, I can't be an old man already?! What does that make Claude?! He'd be ancient if I'm old?!

[ Gus... ]

Huh! I had a feeling you were technically younger than me!

[And with his age revealed, she can finally go over to him and ruffle his hair like he was some kid brother of hers! She was wondering why there was some big sisterly instincts in her when it came to Gus (well, some of it was big sisterly instincts anyways)]

Don't worry too much about it Gus. Both you and Claude look good for your age of over 200 plus years!

[IONA...]

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[ Leave him to weep, Iona... this is devastating news?! He won't refuse the headrubs, though, he's too weak. ]

No...my dream of being sexy, ruined... Ruined because of magical time elements!!

Oh, don't be a drama queen. And think of it this way...

[Points to Oren who's currently cleaning dishes and ignoring Gus's idiocy and the wibbly wobbly time shenanigans.]

Oren here's around 500 years old! And still looking just fine!

[More than fine even, he's largely considered gorgeous to many ~~and he's not even human whatsoever but it counts??!~~]

Not comforting!

[ Also kind of unnerving?! Gus's eyes flick over to Oren, in appraisal. ]

Should I call him 'grandpa'...

Ahaha, you probably shouldn't.

Alright, so both you and Claude are staying over at my place then? Oren and I will get things ready in no time!

[YEAH, THAT'S IT CLAUDE YOU'RE COMING ALONG.]

[ ???? WHAT...WHY IS THIS HAPPENING... he shoots Gus a look, but his brother just shrugs and gives him a thumbs up, which he interprets as 'please don't make me suffer being the only visitor from the 1800s'.

If that's what his brother wants. ]

Very good. I'll be preparing myself mentally for the inevitable shock that comes with traveling a few centuries.

[Now that the Midnight Grind is clean and everything ready for the next day, Oren speaks up after exiting the counter.]

Should go smoothly. Iona will make rooms. Staying in our century should be safest. No one can come into the cafe unless Iona or I are here.

But first...

[Oren pauses as if deciding whether to go through with what he's about to say or not. And then he faces Iona and in his deadpan says:]

Jackie. Apartment is a mess. Leaving your underclothes and bra over the sofa again. Unseemly.

Inviting guests to an slovenly residence is careless.

[He's had enough centuries to learn when not to give a fuck. At the mention of her underwear in front of the guys, Iona takes the towel that was in her apron and throws it at Oren's face before running to the door, opening it and shutting it behind her.

The towel is stuck to Oren's face, but he doesn't bother to remove it as he turns to the Auberts.]

Give her a few minutes. Apartment should be spotless.

[ INTERNAL HILARITY

Gus almost spits out the water he'd poured for himself, and Claude has to turn his head to the side, politely, to stifle an incoming guffaw. Bless you, Oren, for giving the elder Aubert some great ammunition to work with....slovenly, huh. ]

Ah, you shouldn't have. We wouldn't have minded.

[ Claude... ]

Inappropriate.

[God, Claude. And somehow, Oren definitely expected that kind of reaction from Gus...]

How many people still searching? For Gus.

[Because Oren did notice Claude using those 1879 communicator thingies.]

Half of Paris. Including his father.

[ Aubert Senior, who is exceedingly protective of his youngest— and ostensibly his only— son. Claude says this with an air of detachment, and glances back down at his muted communicator. ]

I think he's due for a bit of a vacation. Auguste?

[ Gus is still choking on air, and he holds up a hand through his coughing to mean 'sounds about right'. ]

Half of Paris.

[Oren repeats this slowly. It kind of brings up memories, but past the 1800s and more into the early 1900s with him and Berna in Paris. While spending time among the artists, writers, and actors, most everyone found the Crystalline Witch incredibly charming and desirable. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that half of Paris wanted to look for her too.

It's only a memory though. Right now, he knows that Iona is pretty deep into this mess as well although it would have been avoidable if his mistress hadn't taken a liking to the brothers.]

Iona's arm. Nothing like it. The people must be baffled.

That would be an understatement. Unfamiliarity breeds contempt in those who don't have the faculty to consider other options.

[ A thought process he understands, but doesn't subscribe to. He sounds impartial about this, if slightly snide. ]

They'll also be looking for ways to emulate her strengths. They're desperate enough to want to buy me off, if that places things in context.

[ He's sure it doesn't— he hasn't explained— and that statement makes Gus pull a face, one between a frown and a grimace. ]

Looking in the wrong places then.

[Oren means this in more ways than one.]

That said. Won't return to 1879 then. She's capable, but will cause more trouble than it's worth.

[He glances at Gus briefly and then returns his gaze to the door.]

She will almost always help if asked though. [He has a feeling she might want to go back for various reasons. Curiosity. Wanting to keep the people she knows close to her.]

Don't ask much of her.

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[ More than anyone, Gus knows what that look and what those words mean: 'don't involve us in this, we don't need this'. He knows, and he knows that it's not meant to hurt.

So he doesn't.

He grins instead. ]

I know, I know. I'm too old for her, anyway.

[Oren looks at Gus again. This time a little longer as if wanting to gauge something more important than his usual dismissal of the younger Aubert.

Honestly, the golem can tell that this boy had a good heart; too much for his own good. It was a shame really.

Oren stands up and heads over to the door.]

She should be done now.

[He opens it up and a small, but comforting room greets them. It's clean ~~no underwear in sight!~~ and quiet and the sound of Iona walking across the floor can be heard.]

"You can bring them in Oren!"

[He bows his head towards Gus and Claude, gesturing towards the apartment.]

Enter.

[ If there's one thing that hurts Claude Aubert, it's watching his brother bounce off of trials that dig wounds into his oversized heart; it's something Claude doesn't have, that same sort of hurt, and he acknowledges that his secondhand empathy is only selfish and detrimental.

He watches Gus pick himself right up from where he left off with his excitement, powerwalk out of that door without so much as a backwards glance.

Claude isn't bitter: he never has been. This is the only way he can feel anything, really.

So he follows his brother, smiles wanly as he watches Gus dive into a pile of cushions and sound genuinely exhilarated. Admittedly, this is...new...]

Pardon our intrusion.

[ Ok damn this is nice...these lights?! He'll try not to stare. ]

[And the air feels cool. The temperature is being controlled!? WHAT WITCHCRAFT IS THIS, wait no, Oren's going over and adjusting the temperature, via the device on the wall to a comfortable 65 degrees Fahrenheit and it beeps as he does so.

For a place that was obviously not very large, the use of space and the sleek look of the furniture decorations just scream, "MODERN." And the wide window decorated by curtains leads to a view of the city outside and that includes the millions of lights from the buildings and cars that dot the streets and highways in the distance.

There's a hallway that leads to the bedrooms and from it, emerges Iona, out of her cafe uniform and wearing casual clothes instead, hair also down. She beams at Gus and Claude hands behind her back, obviously looking gleeful about introducing them to her time period.]

Welcome to the City of Angels in the 21st century! I think we're gonna have a lot of fun while you're here.

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