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[The PCD is set on a bedside table, so nothing is really the center of focus. The part of the window in view is carefully boarded up, and the bed is large and clean. And occupied.

Horst wakes the moment the sun is gone, just a twitch of the fingers at first and then a groggy mumble. He rolls onto his side, instinctively moving towards warmth. Yuca is next to him, though very much awake; the PCD can't see much of him at first, though.

Horst's arm snakes around Yuca's waist and pulls him closer.]

Hey. Fancy meeting you here.

...House is quiet. What'd you do with the kids?

[He sees the blinking light, makes a face, and turns the PCD off]

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_{[Is there even a need to guess?]}

I'm sure Cameron or Rip can beat him in one.

_{[The fact that those two are girls is... well.]}

...Want to take bets?

_{[Eyebrowing.]}

Betting on our own children now, are we, Horst?

Only if I get a cut!

Oh? And what are you willing to do for that cut?

What are you willing to pay?

Name your offer.

...

I want comics. New issues. No lame heroes like Superman either. I'm talking Wolverine.

And let's say I were able to get these Wolverine comics for you... What would you do in return?

Arm wrestle. Chicken fight. Tight rope walk. Fight to the death.

_{[Another barely there smirk.]}

All quite interesting skills of course. I shall have to see what I can do about finding those comics then.

_{[Looking for a reason to spoil his nephew a bit? Absolutely not.]}

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Shh, if your brothers know they'll want a cut, too.

[And they'll get one if they ask, because Horst is completely under his kids' thumbs.]

[Zipping his lips, and making the sound effect for emphasis.]

I've always bet on mine. It paid for most of the stock in the bar.

Well, I'd be ready to lose most of that stock if I were you. That is if you're betting on Killua winning.

Dad! [Have a look!]

You are so leaving me out!

[Horst grins. He's arm wrestled Buffy before; like she has of all vampires, she pretty much whipped him.]

My money's on Buffy.

[Grin! Sometimes being the Slayer is very useful!] At least Uncle Horst believes in me!

Starting wager, a bag of salt. [It's not like money means anything here, right? and he has to keep salt hidden when Yuca cooks or it gets mistaken for sugar.] Against any of Severus's kids. He neglected you so you're on my team now, Buffy.

Cut me in on any sweets in the wager, and you've got a deal!

You strike a hard bargain, but I agree to your terms.

Hey, I'm going against my own father and siblings! The sweets are just- compensation, for any emotional trauma that causes.

_{[Cue emotional trauma, from another source.]}

You-- You're siding against you father?

[Ooops... Busted?]

Only because you left me out! I could so take any of Uncle Horst's kids!

I only left you out because you've already proved that you could easily take on and beat any and all of his children.

_{[See the complete and utter faith daddy has in you, daughter? And see the pain and hurt of your doubt of that faith?]}