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[switchaxe]

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[switchaxe]

Reading? Stealing Pat's Switch? That's about it for hobbies, I think?

[fiddlestick]

Hm...maybe a TV stand for an eventual TV then.

[Ash is old enough where it's not really on Elliot to regulate his sleep schedule, so he's not fussed about the idea of Ash keeping a TV in his room]

I should probably make a profile for you on our Switch too.

[switchaxe]

'Least until I get my own. I finally get my full goddamn paycheck from the Order this month, so soon I'll be able to help an' shit.

[fiddlestick]

[!]

You get paid?

[HE HAS TO DEAL WITH THE SUPERNATURAL BULLSHIT FOR FREE]

[switchaxe]

Yeah, now I do. I get like...

[Pulling out his phone to do the math real quick.]

...60 thousand a year now? Plus whatever's in the "you were in training so you ain't getting a paycheck yet" bank account. Jusis has all that shit, though.

[fiddlestick]

[.........................]

You make more than me.

[What the frick. ]

[switchaxe]

...you know I'd heard that teachers get paid shit but. Damn.

[fiddlestick]

[He sighs]

Y-Yeah, it's pretty sad no matter what way you slice it.

Well...good though! I won't force you to pay any bills, but at least that means we don't have to worry about paying for your clothes and what not.

[switchaxe]

Nah, I'm paying for something. You guys're letting me live with you, I'm not gonna be a fuckin' mooch.

[fiddlestick]

[He sighs. Part of him (the part that is controlled by his pride) wants to insist on no, he can handle it. But man, bills sure are bills. And Ash is very soon going to be an adult. ]

We'll talk it out with Rean, okay?

[switchaxe]

[Just let him pay the streaming services! Or cellphone!

But he nods.]

Alright. [. . .] So we had reports of a fucked up IKEA, we going to that one or a normal one?

[fiddlestick]

[???]

Is there a normal IKEA in the city?

[Well. That answers that.]

[switchaxe]

I had to ask, okay.

[fiddlestick]

[He laughs]

I think in this city, you should probably just assume something's going to be weird and then hope you're pleasantly surprised.

[switchaxe]

Yeah, how's that workin' out for you?

[fiddlestick]

Well....the doctor's increased the dosage of my anxiety medication a couple times.

But other than that, just fine!

[switchaxe]

[. . .]

You okay?

[How much longer until IKEA--]

[fiddlestick]

[Soon child]

I'm fine. I have a chronic anxiety disorder, but I've had it a long time so I know how to manage it.

[switchaxe]

Just makin' sure.

[Maybe he should look into, like, a car or something. Help make it so Rean and Elliot don't need to worry about him so much.]

[fiddlestick]

[he snorts]

Hey, I've managed to get by with all this city's weird antics for over a year now, haven't I? You don't have to worry about me, I'm not as fragile as I look.

[switchaxe]

Yeah, I know. Still gonna worry.

[Because he cares for people and he's worried for them now.]