Wake Up, Sister Dearest

[Fritz Crom]

Even if it had been intended to get the youngest of the Crom sons away from the house, the move had been more beneficial than punishing. Now Fritz was even closer to the guild, and in the heart of where everything seemed to be happening. They were given a home fit for housing two nobles, as his sister had been dragged along. Given the fact their father had begrudgingly given up on the marriage, the young noble thought it might be best for her to get out of his sight. There was no telling if their father would suddenly reconsider.

Fritz had long since woken when dawn touched the sky. He needed to be sharp and alert for the day, so it had to start early. There was equally much to plan and do for his time spent in the great big city of Goldcrest, and he didn't know precisely how long he had. The young noble was going to make the best of it. Eventually it reached the time when other people's mornings would officially begin. Fritz shut his ledgers and put away his papers before heading downstairs for breakfast. His sister might even make an appearance that morning.

Rather than sit idly waiting for his food to be made, he ended up joining their few servants in the kitchen. His hands were restless and needed something to occupy they. He was too excited to be away from home and in a new place. A new location meant new secrets to learn. There was much to do. So he ended up being the one to ring out the plates lined with breakfast. Flashing his sister a smile, he set them down on the table and took his seat. "Good morning Roxi! Have a good sleep, did you?"

[Roxanne Crom]

Roxanne was not a morning person.

It was something well known in their family. No one got her up before she naturally awoke, or there would be hell to pay. She was already bad enough as it was. This morning was no different as she headed down the stairs to eat. Their new place was probably very nice, but she hardly cared.

With her hair clearly disheveled and her clothes rumpled, she glared daggers at her cheerful brother. Why was he so happy? "Fuck off." It came out as an unladylike grumble while she slumped into her seat. "And don't call me Roxi, alright? I hate it when you do that."

[Fritz Crom]

Truthfully Fritz already knew about his sister's infamous mood whenever she woke up. They had lived in the same house before this one after all. Only now it was smaller and less occupied. His own mood wasn't about to be spoiled however. He felt energetic and happy, so the small smile remained on his face even with his sister's less-than-warm greeting. The young noble opted to keep eating his eggs instead of get angry. Although he couldn't help but "poke the bear."

"Glad to see you're in such high spirits today." He glanced up from his food towards his disheveled sister. In contrast, he had already gotten dressed and combed for the day. It paid to look prepared, from what he'd learned. "I'm assuming you're heading over to the clinic today as well?" It was an odd notion that his sister was so concerned with going there. In most cases he would write it off as a charity case to make one look better. But the funny thing was, she seemed genuine.. That wasn't something the young noble saw every day. Although there was the faintest chance it might come in handy in the future. "Just don't get sick, will you? I would hate for you to fall ill."

[Roxanne Crom]

High spirits? Well it was a good thing to know at least one of them was in good humour. Roxanne glared daggers at her brother and stabbed her eggs. But she did eat. A hungerystomach wasn't going to be denied. "Yes I'm going back to the clinic today." She cooled down a little thinking about some of the patients there.

"I've got to make sure an infection I treated yesterday hasn't gotten worse, and probably treat some fool who got themselves into a scrap in the commons." She took a drink of water from her cup and glanced up levelly at her brother. "Not that you'd care." He was probably just asking because of his good mood. Which, why was that a thing?

"You wouldn't give a single care if I fell ill." She responded bluntly before pointing a fork at him. "But what I care about is why you're so happy." It couldn't mean anything good. "You somehow talk a poor soul out of house and home? Or find out some gossip was true?"

[Fritz Crom]

He hardly flinched when she stabbed her plant. There it was. The way she cooled down, even if only a little, when talking about the clinic. Really, it was such a genuine display it always intrigued him. Here he was the liar, but there she was the honest figure. Sometimes it was hard to tell they were related. He returned her gaze levelly too, his expression unaffected. "Of course I care, Roxi." He held the look for an extra second before looking back down. "I want to know where my sister goes during the day so if she gets in trouble I can help."

He looked back up to meet the pointed end of a fork. She sounded so accusing of his supposedly bad intentions. Although mentions of his actions did harder his gaze ever so slightly. "Can I not simply be in a good mood?" He posed the question with a gesture of his free arm. "is it so unlikely that I woke up and simply felt good today?" He changed his tone to sound as if he were hurt. "Come on Roxi. I'm not so bad, am I? After all, I helped you out of a hot mess. Haven't I?"

[Roxanne Crom]

Again with the nickname. Roxanne glared up at him for a moment before eating her food more aggressively. "Oh please." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "We both know the real reason you want to keep an eye on my, Fritz." All for his little secrets. She didn't understand how he couldn't see how little she cared.

"And no, you do not simply wake up in a 'good mood.'" Roxanne made air quotes around the words with her free hand. "You might not be the worst person I've ever met, but drop the innocent act." The fact he'd brought up the marriage incident wasn't to show how kind he could be. It was to remind her to the leverage he had. "I get it, alright? I know."