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He let out a low groan before he had even seen her, sensing from the tone of her voice that she had a lot to say and it was most likely a lot of what he didn’t want to hear. His fingers kneading the dough before him. After a request for donuts, Ty was now attempting how to make them and to the right consistency. He didn’t shift or turn when she began taking, his hues rolling at her words. His brows falling into a sharp frown when he heard the word peanuts, adjusting to face the pair, he dropped the dough with a thud. “Peanuts?” he repeated; his features showing how ridiculously unimpressed he was. “Astrea, if you ever paid attention you’ll know that we don’t serve anything with peanuts in because four kids here are allergic, therefore, we don’t order them. So before you berate me with whatever bullshit you can think of. I didn’t supply the nuts,” he hissed, rolling his eyes at her. Spinning in his step, he moved to the first aid kit that the kitchen had been supplied with, pulling out a small tube, he crouched in front of the little boy. Offering it to him, “this might help with the rashes. I get the same reaction to raspberries,” he sighed, offering him a glimmer of a smile before it disappeared again and he went back to work.

She was tired; exhausted. There was nothing like a terrified seven year old, screaming at two am about seeing monsters under the beds. Isabella typically hated affection; touching people unnecessarily. But she climbed into bed with the tot and cuddled her till she fell asleep. But now yawns parted her lips and realistically, she was letting Adam do far more work than she had bothered too. She was perched on the edge of the counter, a damp dish cloth in her hands as she dried cutlery and dishes. Ensuring they were clean enough to serve food on again. Her mind swirled with bouts of fire when Adam piped up about the mysterious police officers that had taken to inspecting their camp, about an ordeal that had occurred quite so long ago. Her teeth gnawed at her lesser lip as she glanced back to Adam, offering him a shrug of her own. “Mhhm, covering their backs, new evidence?” she offered, it wasn’t something she thought about often. She merely snapped when they got to close to her or messed with her things and work. Her brows creasing slightly when he blew a raspberry, causing a roll of her almost raven hues. “Or did someone do something and they’re hiding it?” she smirked, wiggling her brows. She was merely trying to wind him up to gain a reaction.

Hunter let out a huff, his finger scratching at the nape of his neck, the leaves crunched under his feet as he wandered through their camp, he was looking for Helen, a bit hopelessly at that. He felt tired and annoyed, he had been trying to reorganise their new shipments when a a pair of officers dressed in blue and black came in and ‘rearranged’ his work. Hunter was never one to lose his temper but it resorted in him yelling and kicking them out; which they did, rather sheepishly. “Helen,” he hollered as he walked, waving to a flurry of children who ran past him, whispering as they walked into the art building. Whiskey tinted hues scanned his surroundings, a smile sliding onto his lips when he located her, his hands planting on her shoulders as he walked up behind her, “Hey,” he cooed, leaning his head over her shoulder, “Any news on these idiots leaving before I punch one of them through a wall? They keep messing with shit and my patience isn’t handling it,” he muttered, furrowing his thick brows, he shifted to stand beside her, hues watching her. She really was beautiful, not that he had told her that in other than a platonic way. He let out a low cough, averting his hues before she noticed. “What are you doing, anyways?”

Sans the weird and unwarranted looks she’s getting from the men, Helen was eager to stay out of their way. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get anything out of them if she keeps at it, but Helen knows for sure Astrea will find something anyway. It’s not just their aura was off; they all ring of distrust and malice. She’s just ushered a band of unruly kids back into their cabins when she feels a pair of hands land on both her shoulders, making Helen jump in place, “Hey,” she smiles as she releases a sigh of relief, grateful that it wasn’t anyone else. She turns to look at Hunter, but her eyes quickly get distracted from him as she catches sight of a few men walking around somewhere behind her friend, looking displeased. What got them riled up? “No,” She shakes her head to answer Hunter’s question, averting her attention back to him as she folds the clipboard she had in hand against her chest, “I don’t know anything other than what’s Renzo’s told us,” Helen gives him a pursed smile, her discomfort of them being there evident, “You’re welcome to hang out with me until they get out of your hair though,” A chuckle falls from her lips as she gives him another shrug, “Oh, a bunch of kids tried to climb the flag pole again,” She casts a glance at the beam sporting two flags. “I told H and Astraea not to make them watch Mulan last night but they did and here we are,”