It is what it is...

Ronan couldn’t help but laugh at the twink bar comment, rolling their eyes fondly as they accepted the compliment from their sister. “I mean, yeah… the bar is totally just a front. In the back it’s all hand jobs and stripping,” They commented casually, though there was a hint of playfulness to their voice and a wide smile forming on their face. “Also, I was wondering if you’d want to do my makeup for tomorrow night’s shift? Both for the nostalgia, and maybe just because I miss you doing it,” They admitted, moving to start pouring a line of shots when someone asked for them, though their attention never fully left Sav.

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Eyebrow raising at the mention of the goings on behind the scenes Sav gave Ronan a skeptical once over and then rose her glass slightly to them. “Well make sure you’re charging extra, hun.” She took a sip, then set her glass down. “We’ll have to run out before then to restock. I’ve somehow lost half my makeup somewhere along the way to this stuffy old school.” Sav crossed her arms. She had her suspicions on how that came to be but she was choosing to keep from starting fights with one another, for Sloan’s sake. “But I guess I can do that for you, sure.” 

Ronan’s eyes lit up when Sloan mentioned seven matching phone cases, immediately turning to them with a whole new level of interest than what they’d previously had in the art work. “Wait, what color are they?” They asked, doing their best to contain their excitement. They’d gotten to put a jibbitz on AV’s crocs and they were getting a matching phone case with their siblings, all in a relatively short amount of time, and the happiness they felt over it was very much evident. “And do they have anything cool on them? Or is it just matching colors?! I’m going to love it either way, obviously. Just curious.”

“All different colors, I got a multicolored spool coming later this week, and black, white, and that.” Sloan walked on, continuing on to check out the next piece. “Jus’ all the same sort of designs. I’m gonna do Mint’s first.” They rocked a bit on their heels and shoved their hands in their pockets. “Simon was getting at her again.” Sloan said remorsefully. There wasn’t very much they could do about it outside of therapy, which they were working on— when Simon agreed to attend. At least their siblings typically didn’t hold it against them. That didn’t however completely absolve them of feeling guilt over it. “But it shouldn’t take too long a print time so, couple days I’ll do them all. What color do you want?” Sloan looked over at them, observing them for a moment. “I can try and spool a second color to feed? Haven’t tried that yet.” 

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The sheer excitement in the sign was so adorable that Elisa could hardly stand it.  Sure, she’d probably have to deal with a mild scolding from Sierra for letting Sunday stay up a bit longer and have cocoa so late, but it was worth it just for that excited smile.  Really!  And you don’t have to be still, you can come watch me make it if you want to.  The way that Sunday was so concerned not for burning her mouth but how it would make Sloan feel prompted another little kiss on her head.  We’ll be very super careful, I promise.  Would you like big marshmallows or small?

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“Both!” Sunday replied without hesitation, already moving to get up at the invitation to join Elisa in the kitchen. They were always so fun. She stood, her hand finding Elisa’s like a magnet but before she could take a step she felt a familiar sensation grab at her. It was almost as if she were being tapped on the shoulder to be coaxed away but Sunday squeezed Elisa’s hand to ground herself better, quite literally holding on to stay fronting. The sensation relented and Sunday smiled as Sierra, semi-coconscious in the background, seemingly gave in and didn’t try to force her out. Sunday would take that as permission and she bounced happily, prepared to follow Elisa for hot cocoa and then cuddle up to go to sleep. Even though they were not in their jammies, she really liked sleepovers anyway.

Rocked slightly backward by the enthusiastic hug, Elisa laughed her silent laugh and wrapped her arms around Sunday to hold her tightly.  It always felt special when she got to spend time with her, because Sunday’s trust was something she valued.  Grinning widely, she took in all the details and had to agree that it did sound like a pretty amazing day.  Swings and slides in a lovely yard was pretty tempting even for Elisa herself.  But you are in bed, though, right?  It was a technicality, but Sunday was more than welcome to take advantage of it.  Right here in bed with me, relaxing after having such a lovely day.  If you want I could make us some cocoa, because that always makes me sleepy.

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Brow furrowing as she realized it, Sunday nodded furiously, agreeing. She was already in bed. That was right! Though before she could voice her assent Elisa was asking her about cocoa and she lit up, eyes bright and smile unguarded. It was a sign she knew very well and she lifted their own hands to excitedly sign it back. Cocoa! “Really??” Sunday nodded again. “I’ll be really really still and quiet until its all done.” She promised, making a zipping her lips motion over her mouth and tossing an imaginary key. But then, “Oh wait, but... don’t make it too hot please, I don’t want Sloan to be mad if I accidently burn our mouth.” 

Kizmet beamed when she saw her sibling, wiggling her fingers with a little wave and pulling Sloans chair out for them. “Well it’s not their mark, if I were a Dominant I wouldn’t want to have to take a Dom class. Maybe we could borrow some Dominant study books for them.” She rationalised always trying to be helpful and practical, writing the heading at the top of her notes. “I’ll make a copy of these for you.” The redhead promised, 

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It made sense, of course, and it wasn’t exactly that Sloan didn’t want to be present for the class either; for any of their classes for that matter. They just got the impression Sierra was easing them into it and leaving them class notes. It was appreciated. As was Kizzi’s offer of notes for the sub class. Especially seeing as they’d forgotten their backpack again. “You’re already more prepared than me Kiz.” They said, shaking their head but smiling. 

Elisa shook her head, still smiling.  There were a lot of subtle adjustments when she was dealing with the littles, but one of the most important was trying her best to never look anything but happy to see them.  That, and making sure that her signs were slower and more pronounced so that they could be more easily read.  You don’t have to be sorry, Sunday, not even a little bit.  I’m always very happy to see you, you know that.  After all, you’re my little quiet buddy, right?  Scooting forward, Elisa pressed her lips gently to Sunday’s head.  How are you today?

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Sunday drank in Elisa’s signs, delighted that she was happy to see her too and the inviting peck of a kiss drew her in even closer. She launched herself into Elisa, wrapping her arms around her and burying her face against Elisa’s shoulder for a moment. She always smelled really super nice. “I had a GREAT day.” They said, muffled by their position. “We played on the swing set and I got to slide as much as I wanted in the yard.” Truly some favorite highlights of the inner world where she lived most of the time. Sunday pulled back so she could see Elisa’s hands, her attention momentarily torn as her gaze rose up and to the side. As if she were listening to someone speaking behind her. “I’m supposed to be going to bed.” The words coming whispered like a secret. 

Elisa’s eyes widened slightly at the point, drawing in the air as she figured out that yes, Sloan was very right about that.  Laughing silently at her own failure of geography, she leaned into the touch and smiled.  The change in her sibling’s demeanour was close to instant, and Elisa waited to see who she was with. As her face was gently cradled between two soft hands and their faces grew close enough that their noses nearly touched, the answer became obvious and Elisa’s face lit up with a smile.  The littles were always good company, and it always made her happy to see them.  Bringing one hand up, she booped Sunday gently on the nose before signing hello in return.  

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Sunday pressed her lips together to keep their smile from getting too big but it was hard to do when Elisa seemed to recognize them immediately and they received the playful touch to their face that made their nose scrunch up. “I’m sorry.” They said, feeling guilty as they typically did for interrupting. Sunday had been sitting with Sierra and playing dolls with Summer in their room but Elisa’s presence drew her out and once she had gotten close enough to the front of their house to see and feel her, she couldn’t help herself from slipping out. “I wanted to see you too.” 

“You know what they say, right?” Georgie started, making a snob face for a second before laughing. “If you got it, flaunt it… Or something like that. But yeah, I made sure to use it. Talk to some locals and get some practice,” languages had become their favorite thing with time after all. And being able to share knowledge wherever they went was on the Top3 of their list. They leaned back on the chair. “I heard the school is doing France during the winter. So yay French.” 

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Sloan gave a celebratory wave of their hand in the air. “French, cool. Maybe I should start learning now.” They knew the simple shit, hello and thank you, things that could be picked up from movies. By the time winter rolled around Sloan was hoping to be settled into their schedule and moving a little smoother. Maybe it could be a trip they could handle or at least not be terrified to go on. Besides they’d have all their siblings to back them up. “You wanna teach me a few phrases some time? You know, so I can seduce women.” 

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AV smirked when Sloan proceeded to eat the donut. Their actions were louder than their words, which meant AV was going to proceed as normal. AV’s croc almost came clean off at Sloan’s kick but they just let it go. “I was tired of staring at my ceiling, so I thought I’d come bug you instead. You know, make my rounds. Catching up.” AV took a bite of their donut. “And you know, sweet shit.”

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“Not much to catch up on.” Sloan promised around a mouthful. They set the half eaten donut down on the crumpled napkin and went digging around a pile of things on their desk, producing a smaller scale version of the desk robot they were hoping to make. “I printed this, this morning.” They said, handing over the prototype version and draft print. “It’ll be bigger when I print it for real but I want to make a programable one, that charges itself.” Sloan picked the donut back up, finishing it off in three bites. 

You’re probably right. And if it is, it’s insanely unhealthy. Which classes you taking? I’m still in the process of picking mine, with my brother.

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The sub class, and bondage and communication. Safe bet for my first time out I think.