[She knows him too well to be shocked by any of that, and while Nariko had thought she might be too tired for much of anything the majority of the night is spent romping around with Masaomi. Somewhere between the first second and the middle-ish rounds she starts to feel better, all the things she couldn't have found the words to say are worked out during epic sex. And, really, that's how it's supposed to be.
Nariko feels a whole hell of a lot better in the morning, not in the least because they'll be checking out in a few hours. First they have to get dressed and make their way to Nathan's room, where their mother's lawyer, Aaron, has already set up shop. The man isn't terribly old but the lines on his face and the general speed that he worked with (glacial) seemed to give him an extra decade to the body of a man that should only be in his sixties, at the worst.]
I'm sure you're all anxious to get this over with, it's been a long few days.
[Said an old man who hadn't been around for most of it, but Nariko let that go with a roll of her eyes.]
I'll make this short. [The old minded man lifted up his suitcase with great effort, unlocked it, and pulled out two little pieces of paper, crisp little checks with shaky writing.] After the cost of the funeral services and my legal fees, the both of you are entitled to two million each. [When he sighed it was a rumbling sort of noise.] The words 'I apologize for your terrible childhood' were to be added in.
[Nariko leaned forward to take the check and look at it and - yeah. All the right zeroes, with the letterhead of her mother's estate.]
... Well, shit, she actually gave me something. Go fucking figure.
[Talk about a Christmas miracle. Nariko turns her check over, finds the pen that had been living behind her ear and writes something on the back before returning it to Aaron.] Half of mine needs to go to that account, though.
[She leans back to smile at her mate, knowing it take the snail-like lawyer a good few minutes to put half of her amount into the account that helped manage the house and their kids - In other words, have of it was going to Masaomi.]
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Nariko feels a whole hell of a lot better in the morning, not in the least because they'll be checking out in a few hours. First they have to get dressed and make their way to Nathan's room, where their mother's lawyer, Aaron, has already set up shop. The man isn't terribly old but the lines on his face and the general speed that he worked with (glacial) seemed to give him an extra decade to the body of a man that should only be in his sixties, at the worst.]
I'm sure you're all anxious to get this over with, it's been a long few days.
[Said an old man who hadn't been around for most of it, but Nariko let that go with a roll of her eyes.]
I'll make this short. [The old minded man lifted up his suitcase with great effort, unlocked it, and pulled out two little pieces of paper, crisp little checks with shaky writing.] After the cost of the funeral services and my legal fees, the both of you are entitled to two million each. [When he sighed it was a rumbling sort of noise.] The words 'I apologize for your terrible childhood' were to be added in.
[Nariko leaned forward to take the check and look at it and - yeah. All the right zeroes, with the letterhead of her mother's estate.]
... Well, shit, she actually gave me something. Go fucking figure.
[Talk about a Christmas miracle. Nariko turns her check over, finds the pen that had been living behind her ear and writes something on the back before returning it to Aaron.] Half of mine needs to go to that account, though.
[She leans back to smile at her mate, knowing it take the snail-like lawyer a good few minutes to put half of her amount into the account that helped manage the house and their kids - In other words, have of it was going to Masaomi.]