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[goddamngrenades]

Smut, Gen, Angst, Fluff, Anything, Everything.
PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[pastdoesntdefine]

"That's kind of you, but I do not require anything."

There's a flicker, before the form flashes before her eyes, and the fully formed, completely valid and not at all magically created enrollment form sits on the table. Since York is too busy hiding his face, Carolina makes do by...sitting on his lap. Double the discomfort, though at least her wings are wrapped around her and well out of the way, the hand not holding the phone draping over the back of the couch.

"I like my privacy," which is true, to a point, "and my sharing this apartment was a matter of convenience for the both of us. Any secrets he may has, you'll have to take up with him." And no doubt will, because everything about this conversation speaks of Familial Obligation.

[goddamngrenades]

"Are you sure? It's no trouble and I know it'll make him feel better." Or at least she's always assumed it made her son feel better.

York, for his part, squeaks and covers his mouth with his hands, glaring at her for the sitting. What is she doing. What. The. Hell. Is she doing?

"I'm still surprised he hasn't mentioned you. How long have you been living together?"

[pastdoesntdefine]

"I am certain." There is nothing that she wants from this woman. Not at this time, however. "We rarely interact, save for rent arrangements and occasional meal overlap. We have very different schedules." She assumes. She glances at York when he squeaks, and smirks at him, relaxing against the back of the couch. He'll have to shove her off his lap to displace her.

Anyway. "He's turning some interesting colours out of nervousness, I should hand the phone back before he thinks you're revealing terrible childhood stories to me."

[goddamngrenades]

One does not SHOVE demons. Especially if there are weird ass power dynamics in play that you don't really understand. At all.

Ever.

He sits. He endures. He buries his face in his hands and tries to ignore her but it's not all that easy when she keeps talking and smirking like that.

"Well if you want terrible childhood stories I have plenty. There was the time when he tried to shave the cat with his father's good clippers."

[pastdoesntdefine]

There's something like a snort close to laughter, before Carolina says "It was nice speaking with you," and hands the phone back to the man squirming with embarrassment beneath her.

She remains seated there, for now. Though she props one elbow on the back of the couch as she leans there, watching York.