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[Another video from Killian that doesn't start with his face. This one starts with all the work he picked up in his last post spread out on a table, ready and waiting. A few pieces are wrapped but he's out of paper so.

For a week's work, it's all pretty damn fancy (and vaguely Celtic/Norse in design). Cheap materials, but fancy. His bow from before is also on the table and a set of armguards are on top of it. The bow is obviously not modern. The guards are, however.]

If you placed an order with me last week, it's done. Just tell me when you want me to deliver it or when you want to pick it up or who I should mail it to.

[He sounds much better than he did last week. He shifts the camera so he's in view.]

And...thanks to anyone who commissioned stuff. With all this and a few other sales I had more than enough to cover Mom's funeral. Which, um, was yesterday.

[Yep, still hurting from that. It takes a moment before he can speak again]

Anyway, sometime during all of this I got that bow on the table there [and here he picks it up] and I was wondering if anyone knows a place I could get arrows for it that won't ask where I got it or if anyone's had an arrow-making pulse recently or something.

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Hey, screw you! [ He sounds pretty amused. Clearly someone isn't above laughing at himself nowadays. ] Just turned 12. She's really into princessy shit. Got anything for that?

Well, delicate stuff doesn't seem to be what I'm good with? But I can make her something small and silver with her favorite colors, yeah. Maybe a tiara or something.

Easy, pink and purple. That'll work. What do I owe you?

Whatever. I mean, this isn't my job, that's the stables, and you're not ordering it through that Etsy thing I have set up or anything so really, whatever's good with me.

Shit, don't tell me that. What if I punked you with a nickel and a condom wrapper or something?

I have a bow and I know how to use it.

Touché. Too bad the pizza delivery guy can't say the same thing. [ -- Coincidentally, his pizza guy is also on the network, isn't he? He idly wonders what horrible things he's up to. ]

When do you think you'll be done? I can come by and pick it up.

I'll text you--do I have your number?

I don't think you do.

[ text: imagine there is a phone number here! ]

Got it. I'll let you know when it's ready. I don't do gift wrapping, though.

Neither do I. I'm putting it in her bed and telling her it's a bear trap. [ /EVIL LAUGHTER ]

And you, sir, are a jerk.

[But he's laughing]

She loves it. I'm the best. [ She's probably going to kick him in the shin but she's gonna love it. ]

Yeah, best at being a jerk.

A jerk, huh? Would a jerk say, "No sharp edges because I don't want her to actually get bear-trapped by a princess crown on motherfucking Christmas Day?" [ O W N E D ]

Okay, okay, point. I need her head's circumference.

How do I get that?

Get a measure tape or some string and wrap it around her head and give me the measurements.

'Kay. Hang on a second.

[ This is the sound of him getting up from his bed, leaving his phone, and opening his door. The following conversation is quiet, but still pretty clearly audible. ]

Aaaari. Got a minute?

[ an indecipherable, high pitched answer. ]

Two minutes. Promise.

[ another indecipherable, high pitched answer. He sighs. ]

Super double promise. Come on, nene, sige na naman.

[ another pause, and she comes waltzing down the hall. ]

It's that important?

Yup. I'm measuring your head, hold still.

... Oookaaaay... Why?

Christmas present. I'm getting you a real princess crown. I said hold still.

Totoo? No way.

Would I lie to you?

[ a significant pause. ]

Yeeeeeeesss--

Okay, okay, fine, don't believe me. I'll bet you your crown that I am though.

... Ok, sure.

'Kay, got it. Get out of here. [ This sound you don't hear is him nudging her in the butt with his foot out the door. ]

Hey! Are you really going to get me a crown?

Nope. That's my crown now. I'm gonna be so pretty. You're getting a bear trap.

Noooo--

[ aaand the door shuts ]

[ a few seconds later. ]

Twenty... one? Twenty-one and a half inches.

[He scribbles that down]

What language was that?

Mostly English.

[ In the background, if you listen very carefully and wish with your whole gumdrop and cotton candy heart, you can hear Ari's muffled yelling: KUYA YOU SUCK

... Sigh, fine. He doesn't actually hate Killian, and it sounds like an honest question. ]

Tagalog. Dad's English isn't great. Do I need to get you anything else?

Nope, that's about it.

Cool. Thanks, man. [ hey, he means it too! ]

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[ audio ] btw ty skyler for giving Killian the echo that he has a brother

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