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Shuri giggles as she stacks the bullets into various shapes.

Necropsis nods "Yeah..one day I teach you how to make that into a spread pattern"

Tweak scuffs over to them. "Hey. She ain' eat any, yeah?"

She's scowling and relatively quiet, hands jammed in her pockets and shoulders slumped.

"If she do, we'll know when she farts and blasts a hole in her diaper"

"Fuck, shame to potty train her if she jus' gonna blast porcelain."

A grin, "What up?"

She crouches down to join Shuri in playing with the bullets, preoccupied, not answering right away.

"I thinkin'...I maybe gotta be a sell-out." A scowl.

"I told you, you don't have to do that I got other hos to pimp" But he looks curious

"Feh, like anybody pay for this raggedy ass no more." A deep breath. "Th' Cooperative might finally be gettin' its fuckin' due."

"yeah?" he grins "Bout damn time"

"We only been here for twenty years or so... so" he tilts his head, "Wait, why ain't you jumpin my ass with the happy?"

A sigh. "Ain' comin' without a cost. Or at least...well, decisions gotta happen." A hesitation and then a wince. "She want me to be a fuckin' baroness or some shit."

Her trueheart stares, then...breaks out laughing "Oh shit baby, you had me by the balls on that one... yeah you gonna be a cuntess like Skunkhair...suuure...hey, your crown gonna be gold, silver, or titanium? hahah Daymn."

"Daaymn" Shuri agrees

"Yeah, ha- ha- ha!" she laughs, at first convincingly, and then "ha- ha- ha-" with less and less humor and a glaring look right at him.

"I... oh you serious? GIRL... you... you gonna be skunkmane two point o? I'm gonna come home and find some sluagh humping your leg! What a man posed to say to that?"

Tweak groans and sits heavily on the floor next to Shuri. "I ain' wantin' it, Crawly! But...it go down like this....she gettin' moved up, an' she get to be in charge of fuckin' Summerstrikeout lands...an' they givin' that to th' Coop, but somebody gotta have rank t' watch over th' damn place, or they gonna put somebody wit' rank in there!"

"Gotta be something else.. I want your lips attached to MY ass where they belong. Barreness?... you gonna have to suck up to Bluetooth? "

"Ppft...she wishes." A pause. "Least, no more'n th' way things is now." She frowns. "Maybe...wonder if I c'n be th' next Chalupah.

A pause "Or... like...some Pooka name since you's a pooka? LIke Overseer, or High SUpervisor? Lots of Pook go by that"

A narrow look. "So...Steward? Yeah, but...hell, nobles, they be thinkin' that mean butler or some shit, not a baroness rank."

"Nh..goat man got steward. mmm maybe Chapuleh then... " A pause "or Pope?"

Nec suddenly scowls "Shit. Am I backing your damn play? I don't know what jar you keeping my balls in but maybe you loan em back to me?"

"Well, fuck, take 'em back, bitch! I be needin' somebody what gonna talk real shit at me! Cuz this here? This here be NUTS." Troubled, she picks up her little girl and plops her in her lap. "Right, baby girl? Fuckin' NUTS."

He makes a face, and with an effort, says "Look... Bluetooth know there something we not do right? So ... take a common title.. .make sure folks know it be a commoner hold... ? "

A sigh. "Don' hurt yerself, Crawly. Yeah...I gotta figger what works." She rocks the baby back and forth a bit. "It mean...we gotta move."

He moves behind her, and puts arms around her even as she holds the baby, "Hey, you know this place too cramped ...smells like troll crotch. We good. Sides, you get to HGTV a former Seelie Gwyd hold..." A chuckle "Tell me that don't make the grease in your groin spark a bit?"

A deep inhale, a little shaky with a grin. "Well, when ya put it that way...."

"Seriously... that green and gold not your color right so... think about what a feather in a falcon craw it be when you do your Industrial make over.... maybe with that pink granite shit counter top"

A snerk. "We make 'er over in industrial modern crossed wit' shabby chic shit? Ha! Oh, that gonna piss 'em off!"

He grins Mean and nasty "You wanna send a message to the nobles? Sounds like a fucking huge chalkboard to write fuck you onno matter what title you got on your desk"

"Ha! Y'know...I ain' hatin' that."

"Hey..hey," Realization "What if you not a Baron, but Auntie Baron?" his tongue twists

"You know, the evil opposite of the baron"

"Well, that totally soundin' like a union boss, ain' it?" A sigh. "I dunno...but...I guess I get some of th' crafters t'gether, find out what they willin' t' stand behind."

"You give them a vote you gonna be boaty mcboat face"

"Ain' said no vote. Ain' that stupid."

"Hey... I got your back... and a gun to shut smartasses up"

She gives him a smirk. "But you gonna give me shit 'bout this forever, ain' cha?"

"And a ddamn day" a grin

She grins toothily, then says to Shuri, "You hearin' this, Babygirl? Yo daddy be so mean t' me!" she says without meaning it.

Shuri offers her mother a bullet.

Nec eyes that gesture "baby be stone cold"

Tweak takes it. "My girl." Approving nod. Then a sigh. "A'ight...I tell B we gonna do it, but we gotta work th' details."

He nods.

"An' if I ever start actin' like Skunkerella, you cap me but good, right?"

"Put you out of our misery" A nod "Why I put you down for life insurance"