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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Armando &amp; Marcia》<br/>
Location: Abendblume<br/>
Present: Rebel <a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>​</div><br/>Armando watched Rebel take his sister's hand, and the conversation thereafter. She'd invited him, though he didn't know when they'd spoken. Did they know each other prior to the events that had landed them in the infirmary the night before? Was it interest he was witnessing, or polite conversation? He had grown to like Rebel. However, he did not like the man enough for him to be interested in his sister, especially knowing the rumors and accusations about his relationship with Sou. Others had known too, and had not been shy about throwing it back in the man's face.<br/><br/>"<i>Migas e ovos,</i>" she answered. "It it translates to crumbs and eggs. I am pleased that you like it. It is hardly anything fancy, but it means that we do not waste stale bread." Not every household adopted the no waste philosophy, but Marcia certain tried. Every commodity was precious and they were truly grateful for that they had. It would be an insult to god not to make the most of it.<br/><br/>"Tiago, my oldest, is fifteen. He mimics Armando a lot, going through that quiet, serious phase. I hope he ends up with a better sense of humor than my brother. Lucia is twelve. She is bold and unafraid. Nothing like I was when I was younger. They usually play baseball, but yesterday I only assumed Armando had the day off, so I planned a family dinner instead. I didn't know about what had happened at the meeting with Hale until<i>after</i>dinner. You can imagine my ire at finding out how I did." A knowing look sent Rebel's way. He hadn't had to imagine it because he'd experienced it first hand.<br/><br/>"You were so happy to have the day. I didn't want to ruin it," Armando explained and Marcia nodded. She'd forgiven him and she understood better now. The anger had passed.<br/><br/>"Armando kept the kids up way too late playing monopoly. Have we ever really finished a game?" Marcia asked Armando with a smile.<br/><br/>"Last night we did," he said, returning her smile.<br/><br/>"They are still asleep and I didn't have it in me to wake them. We don't usually keep them up that late. All of our schedules are a bit out of sorts. I don't want them to miss another practice."<br/><br/>"You'll piss of Roman if you do that," Armando warned.<br/><br/>When they were finished with breakfast, and coffee, Armando saw Rebel out. He thanked him again for the consideration and support, encouraging him to seek him out if he had a cause for concern.