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You and Aventurine stand before the imposing door that leads to Sunday, excitement and tension hang in the air. Dr. Ratio looks at both of you, his expression a mix of concern and expectation.
"You should be prepared," he warns. "Sunday is not someone easily handled."
Aventurine smirks. "Oh, I believe he's the one who should be prepared to face me."
"Do you have a plan?" Ratio presses, clearly skeptical.
"I don't have a plan," Aventurine admits with a casual shrug. "I'll just play it by ear. There are only two types of bargaining chips: benefit or fear."
You furrow your brow, unable to hold back your curiosity. "Are you really just going to wing it? What if Sunday suspects you? Or worse, what if he thinks you killed Robin?"
Aventurine's expression shifts, surprise creeping into his features. "What? I didn't kill Robin! Why would you even think that?"
"Because you're so good at getting under people's skin. It's not like he's the most trusting guy," you reply, a hint of playfulness in your tone.
Aventurine rolls his eyes, a smile creeping back onto his face. "Come on! I'm just saying Sunday is sus about everyone, including you! It's not my fault if he thinks I'm a threat."
