ℴ𝓅ℯ𝓃 𝓅ℴ𝓈𝓉

[curatorials]

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[curatorials]

Oh...

​​(​ she doesn't know how to feel about that. ​)

[instameal]

Oh is right.
I know they... talk... or whatever it is she does when she goes down to see him, but the rest of us...
How long has it been now?

[ phew. ]

So as you can see, there will be no missing this.

[curatorials]

Why couldn't she tell me all this too?

( weird thing to get all sulky about that, but she is a little more difficult to pin down and she's aware of it. that doesn't stop her from protesting. )

[instameal]

Because she still hates using phones and would much rather tell you in person.
But that would require you going by to see her more than once every three to five business years.

[curatorials]

( whining, )

I've been working on a retrospective this year!

[instameal]

Mmhm.
I'll let you know when you'll need to come over so we can start planning for this.

[curatorials]

Fine.

Is it because this year is divisible by 5? An anniversary? Don't tell me it's a vampire thing I don't understand again.

[instameal]

My best guess is that it's probably been some round number of years since he decided to take his little nap.
Maybe he told her he wants to get up now.

[curatorials]

Hm.

It has been a while since it's been the four of us.

[instameal]

Longer than I thought it would be.
I've specifically been tasked with picking out his dinner.
Which... will be unfortunate for whoever that may be.

[curatorials]

:(

Just get some criminal CEO. It'll be easier on MY conscience.

[instameal]

I would love to, but their disappearance would be too noticeable.
Now, a run of the mill criminal, on the other hand...
The more deplorable the crime, the less they'll be missed.

[curatorials]

Eye for an eye etcetera.
Did they ask anything of me?

[instameal]

Your presence.

[ :) ]

And help with the seating chart.
You remember the feuds better than I do.

[curatorials]

Ugh, it's a curse hating being involved with drama but being incredibly nosy.

[instameal]

It's your burden to bear and I thank you for it.

[curatorials]

I guess SOMEONE has to. Anything to avoid a magic duel that ends with people singed and crying.

By the by.

( she sends a photo of her sleek new pilates ensemble post-workout, courtesy of bro. )

Gamsahabnida~

[instameal]

Oh, good, they look much better on you than they ever would have on me.

[ not that he didn't specifically ask for it. ]

[curatorials]

Well, yes. You've got the look but you don't have the derrière for it.

[instameal]

Terribly rude.
Just because I don't do pilates...

[curatorials]

You're pointer than I am.

[instameal]

I'm not sure how to feel about this as a statement.
As though people don't frequently point out our noses as how they know we're related.

[curatorials]

Sure we have the same nose, but that doesn't stop you from being pointer than me.

[instameal]

Are you taking the teeth into the equation here?
Because that's hardly fair.

[curatorials]

I'm actually thinking about that disgusted face you make.

[instameal]

She says as though her own face doesn't also speak louder than she does.

[curatorials]

Is this genetic?

[instameal]

Now that you mention it, it just may be.
I know more than one soul out there that has been withered by a glance from our mother.

[curatorials]

A gaze that could kill a thousand men without any magic.

[instameal]

And probably has.
I'm sure there are tales she never told us from her youth.

You know.
A millenium ago.

[curatorials]

Don't remind her of her age when we get there! Tell her she doesn't look a day over 300.

[instameal]

Please, I am not an idiot.
I remember what she did to Uncle Kwan.

[curatorials]

Well, that's different. He's annoying.