8th Sphere: Tax Day Event

[child_abuser]

[Jecht opens the day's mail, grumbling at the various bills and stupid catalogues and crap the town keeps sending him, and eventually comes upon the all-important PAY YOUR TAXES envelopes.  He opens it up just to see what the hell is up with this, and spends a good minute or so shuffling through the papers, turning them upside down and sideways and

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[marysueoftruth]

Wh...what are you doing with our mail?!

[ I believe Erika is your not daughter? That, or I guess now she's become a stalkerish creepy neighbor that is trying to fish the taxes out of the trash. ]

That could be important!

[child_abuser]

[Jecht raises an eyebrow, looking back at Erika skeptically.]

"Well, look what we have here. She finally comes out of her room."

[Jerks a thumb toward the trash.]

"Fine, then. You're so worried about 'em, then you take care of it."

[marysueoftruth]

hmph. Fine then, I will.

[ And she's off to fish them out of the trashcan. Ew ew, this is so unlady-like. ]

Oh. And have we ever had bills to pay, "Father"?

[child_abuser]

"Bills?"

[He thinks for a minute. Something like that might've come up at some point.]

"Yeah, maybe. Check in there with that other crap."