June
Thread Topic: June
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"In all honesty, it was Quince himself who told me to come after you. I might've not done so had he not demanded me to do so." Martino admitted with a low sigh. "Besides, I figured you were just a filthy thief at first. Not somebody with a debt to repay."
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(So how is this romance between Aster and Quince going to work out?
"Quince told you to? Why -" Asteria cut herself off and squeezed her eyes shut. "Nevermind, I don't want to know."
Aster let out a sigh before saying, "I appreciate your change of heart. I already repaid the debt, though, I gave him back the trinket bowl." -
(Listen, I know what I said about Axel before, but this time it'll be different. Quince is a sane man who has never killed anybody or ordered anyone killed in his entire life. đź‘Śđź‘Śđź‘Śđź‘Ś I pinky promise >:D)
(Maybe we could get Martino and Asteria or Carlos. Preferably Carlos since Asteria likes him more, but maybe Martino since he knows what's actually happening now, and explain what Asteria's condition is to Quince since he seriously understands nothing even though Asteria literally explained everything to him. Quince could make the deal to not call the cops, and agrees to let Asteria free and give her rights to leave the mansion whenever she so pleases, (to run errands or go shopping. Stuff like that.) but requests that she becomes his 'strange' friend since he doesn't have any friends of a lower financial standing. And offers the option to stay in the mansion for a month. In that timeframe we could maybe attempt to improve the relationship between Asteria and Quince.)
(Does that sound good? I'd like to hear your opinion(s) as well. :D)
"Quince is a person who requires much more than that. I've seen it many times. Every time he attempts to get a person to 'repay their debt that's owed to him,' he gets called a freak. However, he was much more severe with the consequences when it came to you." Martino mumbled, elegantly folding and putting the cloth tissue back into his coat pocket. "His conditions before very simple. Just repay the money the artifact costs and then move on with your life. I suppose he sensed you were someone, a commoner, and most likely wouldn't afford whatever it could possibly cost. This does not mean you deserve any of this, since it is against the law and against morals." -
(I think we'd need more time, like three months maybe)
"It doesn't make any sense," Asteria muttered.
She let out a sigh and got up. "Can you show me where my room is?" -
(True, that makes a lot more sense. Would you like to do it like that? :0)
Martino nodded curtly and stood up, dusting off his clothes despite there not being a speck of dirt on them. He bent down and offered his hand to Asteria, his face turned away in embarrassment. A friendly gesture, an offer to help her get up, and a favor for a new beginning.
"I heard that sitting down in a squat for too long will leave the feet to rest too long," Martino mumbled. "Would you like any help with standing up?" -
(sure)
Aster didn't point out that she was in fact not squatting, but sitting. Instead she took his hand with a small smile and with rice help show stood up.
A sudden thought crossed her mind. "Wait, no, not my room," she said. "I need to tell Carlos what's going on." -
Martino raised an eyebrow.
"Do you need help with that? I’ve known Carlos most of my life, and chances are he’s gonna freak out about it. Not at you, but mostly at Quince. You could call Carlos short tempered at times.” -
"Carlos and you don't seem to get along very well, though," Asteria said. "Wouldn't that make his temper even worse?'
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Martino restrained from rolling his eyes lest they go all the way to the back of his head, considering the amount of times he had done so in a single day.
“Quince, Carlos, and myself were childhood friends. My relationship with Carlos is considered a playful rivalry. Despite this, we still trust and rely on each other to get out jobs finished as quick as possible. He’ll be fine, but dramatic.” -
Asteria nodded. "Ok," she said. "Let's go."
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Martino nodded firmly.
When they reached the kitchen, Carlos was hustling around trying to wash dishes and then put them away in their respectful cupboards. He whipped the dish cloth off of the oven handle and then diligently wiped every corner from each special dish. It was as if his life depended on making sure the dish-ware was sparkling and ready for nobles to each off of.
Martino created a small noise at the back of his throat to catch the attention of his co-worker. Carlos gasped at the sudden sound, considering he hadn’t spotted the two of them enter the room, and dropped one of the glass cups he was drying.
“Goodness gracious!” Carlos exclaimed as he quickly bent down to pick up the tiny shards. Then, he glanced over at the two people standing in the doorway. He shot up from the floor, his eyes widened. “Asteria! Are you all right?” -
"Quite frankly I'm not sure," Asteria said. "Let me help you." She bent down and began picking up the pieces, making sure none of them pierced her skin.
"I need to talk to you," she said. "About - About why I'm here." -
Carlos’s head whirled towards Asteria. His eyes had widened slightly more than they already were. With a small sigh, he put one of his hands over Asteria’s, his eyes softening.
“Asteria, please, I don’t want you to hurt your hand.” Carlos murmured.
“Hav, this isn’t the time to be romantic.” Martino snapped with a weary sigh.
“I’m just concerned for this poor girl’s wellbeing, thank you very much!” Carlos huffed, glaring daggers at his co worker. Martino rolled his eyes. -
Aster rolled her eyes. "I'm perfectly capable of picking up glass shards." She got up and threw the handful she had into the trash can.
She swallowed before turning back to Carlos. "You've probably already figured out I'm not staying in this house by choice," she said, trying to figure out how to explain everything to him. "The night of the party a day ago I had accidentally stolen a little glass trinket bowl of his. I'm...I'm a kleptomaniac, I couldn't help it. This morning I snuck in to try and return it but Quince caught me. He basically gave me an ultimatum saying that either he called the police or I have to stay here. Obviously, a gilded prison is better than an ordinary one or the whole process of going to court and everything, and so I chose to stay." -
Carlos remained silent for the entire duration of the explanation. He couldn't fathom why Quince wouldn't listen to reason and came up with a terrible compromise. He shuddered, his arms flying across his chest on instinct. It was a horrible thought. He shook his head twice as if the idea of it would come flying out of his brain.
His eyes flicked over to Asteria's hands as if to check for injuries. He gently took hers in his and inspected it diligently, almost as if it were a notebook.
"You have a small cut on your hand,” Carlos mumbled, trying to keep his mind away from what Asteria just told him. He didn't want to believe it was true.
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