who shot that arrow in your throat? who missed the crimson apple?

[heirship]

T O   W H O M   I T   M A Y   C O N C E R N:

my father is dead.
❧

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[of_coins]

[Inappropriate as ever, and annoyed over being run off,]

Ding dong.

[of_coins]

[Her expression turns bored. Sulking pussies, the both of them. It does raise the question which of them she prefers. June is the overwhelming leader and yet.]

It's not up to him, if he doesn't like it he can find somewhere else to be.

[heirship]

Then why trouble yourself to visit the bastard at all?

[of_coins]

Because I like him and his bastard father.

[Entirely pleasant nonchalance, and whether she is telling the truth is entirely suspect as she genuinely likes no one, much like the disagreeable Mallorys in question.]

[heirship]

[ He doesn't trust a word that comes out of her mouth. ]

Enjoy them then.

[of_coins]

[She pats his cheek disdainfully.]

Have it your way.

[heirship]

[ Brushing her hand away. ]

I intend to, Rachel.