#((i just think. l.andau sibs.........))

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from @loiyaltie: "The concert went well, I hear..." Gaze scans the workshop as Gepard enters out of habit, blue hues coming to settle upon his older sister soon after. He hears, because he has had little time to attend in person, working more hours than he ought to, covering for the losses. He feels guilty he has failed her once again... but his duty must always come first. "When are you rehearsing next? I'll try to be there..." It's easier to organise the time to be there for the rehearsals and he prefers them, if he's honest. At least there's time to converse between attempts to chase the perfect rendition and a quieter atmosphere.

           "geppie!"

           the name comes out like a song, bright and sustained with all the energy of thunder. serval's accompanying smile is equally brilliant. hands drop the gadget they'd been tinkering with, and she moves from behind the counter to greet her brother properly.

           "oh yeah, the concert was fun! i'm pretty sure i saw some of your men in the crowd~" she responds teasingly, eyes sparkling with the memory of a fun night. the shine loses its luster, however, when she takes notice of gepard's more sullen demeanor— the way his voice trailed off, or his eyes cast slightly downwards. serval pouts.

           "hey, now, what's that sorry face for?" serval's hands reach up towards gepard's shoulders in a consoling motion. she huffs— no, she knows exactly what it's for. he feels bad: for being out of her life, for constantly being gone. she gets why he'd think that. she'd go so far as to admit that he's not wrong for feeling that way: she's lonely, damn it. such is the burden of being the prodigal daughter. but she chose the life of a rockstar and her brother chose one of a landau. she's not about to demand his time— time that he can and should spend for nobler pursuits.

           "geppie, i hope you know that you don't owe me your time. really. your job's important to you and i respect that. if you wanna go to a mech fever rehearsal just because you feel bad, then i'd rather you not go at all." she gives him a small smile. not one of those dazzling rock 'n roll grins that send sparks through the audience; just a slight curve of the mouth, meant for him and him alone. serval squeezes his shoulders.

           "but if you just wanna have a rockin' good time with your awesome sister, then i'm happy to announce that we'll be rehearsing next weekend after sundown. so i'll see you here if you're up for it, yeah?"