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[Sometimes, he thinks the execution would almost be preferable.

Almost.

But there's no way to rewrite the past, so Sunday must find some way to deal with being in the "temporary" custody of the IPC with the looming specter of Jade, when and if she decides to cash in her "goodwill" in orchestrating Sunday's freedom. Or the facsimile of it.

Admittedly, there are a few benefits to being in his position. Namely, he's more aware of the inner goings-on of the company, and he's picked up on the growing hostilities between divisions. And those who are looking to capitalize on that. If the IPC is dealing with internal struggles, there's a better chance that whenever he's handed off to his next keeper, it might be more on his own terms.

Which is how he finds himself in this very unlikely alliance, waiting for Aventurine to show up opposite him at the table once the other is finished doing whatever his previous job entailed so they can exchange information.

"This is temporary" is quickly becoming a mantra, these days.]

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Wonderful.

[Sunday sounds anything but enthused, but thankfully, their meals arriving is a good distraction, and he no longer has to entertain this thread of the conversation.

Of course, there's still the other elephant in the room of how they should act around each other to sell the ruse. It seems a daunting task at best, an impossible one more likely, considering how frosty this whole dinner has been so far. But Sunday's not about to be the one to bring that up, and instead, he cuts delicately into his food to start eating.]

[ Aventurine is considering those very things in his silence. A relationship is not something he's ever really had to convince anyone of before, at least not without him pretending to be someone else entirely. But as Aventurine of Stratagems, his reputation is certainly not one for being involved with anyone beyond using them as a means to an end. And when he's doing that... he's never been in an actual relationship with them, or tried to make it seem as such. Any ideas of a relationship were in the delusional mind of the other party.

Sunday is a different beast on so many levels than what he's used to, but ultimately Aventurine mentally shakes his head clear it of too many intrusive thoughts at once. Trying too hard and overthinking it will give them away too early. As he focuses on his dinner, he lets his features soften slightly as he takes the first bite, realizing he hasn't eaten anything today due to his immense stress prior to the Stoneheart meeting. It's not like before way back when and it never will be ever again, but that realization of mild hunger makes the food taste all the better.

He and Sunday will just have to figure each other out enough in the next few days to get their act together— if Sunday thought they weren't starting this charade before arrival at their destination, and he would have some reprieve, he's about to be sorely disappointed come morning. ]

[Sunday assumes they will continue to plan their charade, but he is not expecting anything more than that, no.

More than that, now that he doesn't have to deal with navigating the previous conversation, he's getting the faint impression that something had happened before Aventurine's arrival.

He doesn't like acknowledging it, doesn't even like thinking about it, but their similarities do give him a crumb of insight into someone otherwise inscrutable. And he can recognize the release of tension, the slight relaxation when there's no longer a metaphorical dagger pointed directly at one's throat. He's felt it plenty of times maintaining his position in the Family, after all.

Maybe Aventurine's tardiness had a reason?

He tucks that away to ponder over properly later. The quicker he understands the real goings on of the IPC the better.]