Shady

Rifkin dipped his head. “Thank you, sir.”

“Make friends with Tove.” Aeron shrugged, then hesitated. “…joking. I’d leave her alone if I were you… though she’s an excellent baker.”

“No sir.” Rifkin shook his head. “I’d just like to live somewhere quiet.”

“Gingersnaps.”

Rifkin was quiet for a moment, rubbing his throat as he imagined a noose tightening around it if he was guessing wrong. Then he sighed softly. Fuck it. He was ...

“It was.” Aeron nodded in agreement. Wouldn’t be for Beck, though. Had they not noticed yet Tove disliked them?

(Oof size: large) (Nice avvie!) Rifkin was quiet for a moment, considering. Something was definitely off. And he definitely wasn’t getting all the details. No chance in hell Mikaelson was ...

“At Tove’s house.” Aeron waved his hand dismissively. “We were hanging out before we went hunting.”

That didn’t seem true. He may not be the smartest man, but he’d been around the sun a time or two. “… with all due respect, sir, I can’t imagine ...

Rifkin was very tense now and glanced around again. “…may I ask what the alternative is?” His gut felt like he may know. At least have a hint. This reeked.

Rifkin glanced over his shoulder; was Mikaelson watching this? “…Is this some sort of test?”

Aeron nodded in agreement. “Didn’t demand nearly enough cookies for that.” He smirked.

“Yeah.” Aeron nodded. “I feel like shit.”

Rifkin gaped at him for a moment, stunned by the offer. “…Could I ask why you would do that?”

(I don’t have a solid grasp on your economics yet lol it’s basically social security equivalent so like you can survive but not comfortably. Like he won’t be in a ...