[ jade doesn't dare to talk back to bigby. she's spoiled rotten, she knows, and though she jokes about it, it's the truth. her father could do a hell of a lot worse than making her pay for the table. it is what it is: jade messed up and she'll pay the price. neither of her parents are cold hearted, and a conversation with them probably could have prevented this.

bigby's words are aimed at her and yato, and it's salt to the wound; he might be reactionary and vicious, a literal wolf of a man at times, but he's not cold and he isn't indifferent. her mother's tone and her words are not cold, but caring despite the clipping nature they hold in them. jade sucks in a shaky breath. ]

...You drank a lot, didn't you? [ softly: ] You are such a handful.

[ but jade picks away at debris that sits on yato, so clearly she's not that mad. if she cares enough to clear up after him, the situation only hurts on her end. she's not mad at him. ] He's not... Dad said that for you, too. [ a beat, and then, ] If he didn't mean it, he wouldn't say it. [ it's unspoken but implied in her tone that bigby means well. he's gruff, he's difficult but he's not a bad man. not by a long shot.

he probably would have let yato in to shower once in a while, even if it was begrudging.

her mother wouldn't have said no, not if she saw yato.

fuck. ]