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Shit.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
Ivor was like... In serious debt.
For all he knew, Gwynn couldn't help him whatsoever.
Unless she had some secret gig in the sewers, which is obviously extremely unlikely. But maybe she could call Canari?
Nah. Canari didn't live by a lot of mottos, but her main one was 'if you have consequences... Why do you even have the consequences???? It's your fault that you got yourself into what you did.'
Like okay???? But what did Ivor even do??
...
...okay, he did a lot.
But why are they only charging him NOW? They could've charged him when he started the damages! That time he HAD the money to repay it... But whatever, honestly.
What's more scary than a angry Gwynn? A angry and disappointed Gwynn.
"IVOR." Gwynn bursts through Ivor's door, "WHY ARE WE 3000 DEEP IN DEBT!?"
"That's what I was wondering!", Ivor stated, putting his hands up, "I was planning to go to the Rust Syndicate tommorow to get it checked out, on why I had the debt in the first place!"
"ISN'T IT OBVIOUS!? YOU'RE DESTRUCTIVE!"
"Then why are they only charging me now!?"
Gwynn blinked once.
Twice.
She blinked as many times she could in the span of 10 seconds
Gwynn stared. She actually thought about it.
"...wait. Hold on.", Gwynn thought out loud, "That's true! Ivor, go to the Rust Syndicate NOW."
Ivor stood in shock.
"Wait huh!? It's like 5:30 pm! Rust Syndicate closes at 6:00 pm!"
"Then you better start running! It's hard enough to realise you're in debt for a completely different reason than normal."
So with that, Ivor sprinted out his apartment to the Rust Syndicate, which was all the way on the other side of the city.