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[interpersonally]

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[kobes]

heyyyyyyy mister s
jsyk i'm totally keeping an eye on timmy this month and will definitely keep him out of trouble like always
🥰🥰🥰

[interpersonally]

( why does he even have his number. he's thankful the balfours have a closed network, at least. not thankful that all these posts go to everyone. he's already exhausted.

no emojis for you )

Maybe focus on the keeping him out of trouble part and forget the "like always."

@sstrange

[rehandle]

[ Sober: ]

Family vacation?

[interpersonally]

( someone reads.

stefano maintains a perpetual buzz on the saltburn grounds. at least, after his morning coffee. he's paired advil with a bloody mary. )

Family reunion, apparently. I think we know nearly everyone. Including you.

You should join me for a drink. We have mutual interests.

[kobes]

[why do you hate fun, stef]

i'm sensing doubt. do you doubt my ability to behave?

i can be good, i promise~

[interpersonally]

Fine, Koby. You can be good. Happy? Did you need something in particular?

[kobes]

i can't say hello? thank you retroactively for your hospitality? your couch is my favorite by far to pass out on~

[interpersonally]

You're thanking me, retroactively, for my hospitality.

You're welcome?

I suggest you find Alicent if you have any more thanks to give.

[kobes]

who?

nevermind, doesn't matter - i did have business to discuss, per my guardian.

[interpersonally]

Business of what nature, Koby?

[rehandle]

Due respect, Stefan, what mutual interests could we possibly have?

[ It's not a no. ]

[interpersonally]

( He could physically invite him to join, and then he could let him know, but he's not feeling tactfull today. He fully expects it might draw Stephen in, nonetheless. And in the event that's a no, well, at least he and Katherine aren't the only ones living with this information. )

Your ex-husband is sleeping with my son.

[rehandle]

[ ... ]

My what?

[interpersonally]

Ex-whatever.

Dr. Harry Goodsir.

[rehandle]

[ There is a long, long pause here. Busy trying to come to terms with the way that text has just both ruined and made his day.

Eventually: ]

I'm sorry your son has no taste.

I'm also sorry you think I have no taste.

[interpersonally]

In both of your defenses, you were both young once.

I have an aged Malbec in my suite. Join me. I can finally thank you for saving my brother's eyesight.

( before he turned down a lot of money to be their personal on-call specialist. and stefan was - a teenager. the more things change! and people age. )

[kobes]

you're gonna make me type it all out? ughhhhhhhghggghgdskksaklal

fine. she wants a share in the vineyard and/or exclusive rights to established vintages to serve in her european holdings. she's willing to negotiate.

[rehandle]

[ He's about to argue further, fight to clarify, but there's something about the follow-up that renders the rest temporarily unimportant. ]

I barely saved it. I don't know that it's Malbec-worthy work.

[ It was. But the waters need testing, a little idle flirtation like a skipped stone to see where he stands. ]

[interpersonally]

By your definition of barely, either my father exaggerated, and he didn't mince his words, ( Guiseppe wasn't one to exaggerate. Hyperbole, perhaps. But always with an air of truth to it. He knows about his brother's challenges that remain to this day. ) or you're being modest, and you are. Better to cut right to it and accept the invitation.

( he didn't think about it like that, not about such things, but crushes existed outside of his dynastic expectance of his and katherine's connection. outside of klaus.

stephen may have been the first example (or what he thought) of a functioning adult, one who might actually be someone to admire.

to further illustrate his point, he sends a picture of the bottle on his bureau, airing out. it's indeed vintage. from the 80's if he zoomed in. and behind the bottle, in the mirror, stands Stefan in his black robe with gold accents, a half buttoned black shirt (1/3 buttoned, let's be generous) and matching black briefs. is this a deliberate choice, who's to say?

what, it's 10 something in the morning.

he also has a bloody mary in his other hand. safe to say it will be finished by the time dr. strange takes him up on his offer. )

[interpersonally]

You're the one who sent me a message. You didn't call. You didn't knock, or god forbid approach me in public like a person.

And you're acting as her proxy. You.

[kobes]

i'm preoccupied. everyone texts first these days, stef, its the new millennium.

yup. do you see her anywhere around?

[interpersonally]

Cut to the chase, I have a meeting.

Jesus, Koby.

Why does she think I would give her a cut into the vineyard over my own flesh and blood? Not to mention, it's not her style. I've been to Alvida's.

( this is more for curiosity's sake, katherine is fighting him for it as we speak. on damon's behalf? not really. on hers. he's not opposed to this plan, a lot less for it coming from a twenty year-old. but, he also needs to shore up more than just blind offers from children.

he does need to make moves but he needs to evaluate properly. )

[kobes]

a meeting? on vacation? you gotta learn to relax.

cause things are a mess and she knows it. she's opportunistic. like a vulture.
and if you've been there, you know how popular it is. people love trash, they eat it up.
she's trying to rebrand, though, get a little classier, high-end clientele.

why do you think i'm HERE?

the meeting is 100% fucking the former family doctor

[interpersonally]

And the minute I ask for your advice, you're free to dole it out. In the meantime, enjoy yours. Vacation, that is. Not advice. Though you're free to take your own and leave me out of it.

Tell me, why do you think you know what you're talking about?

And please, do tell me you aren't here to negotiate a contract for shares of a vineyard I now own 100% of. Tell me you're JUST following at my son's feet, and not going behind his back trying to jockey for relevance on behalf of your tasteless adoptive mother. Tell me that's not true, Koby.

And if you hope to gain anything from this except for a life lesson, they're better be a prospectus on hand.

live ur bliss stef

[kobes]

i'm not on vacation. [too quick, snippy; because this isn't a pleasure trip for him.]

and i've been coordinating negotiations since before i could drive. i know what i'm doing.

...but this time i was just trying to get into your pants, so.
sorry for not having a powerpoint ready.