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A smile broke through the girl’s features as she heard what the other said, her hand rising from the table to thread a loose lock of hair back behind her ear. “Well thank you,” she nodded, careful with her nails not to scratch Flick’s hand, now that she knew her name. “Impressive that you’re not far more rambly after three,” she stated with a small smile. “I started with wine hoping they had something a little more cultured, but I may join you in liquor land soon,” she chuckled and took a larger gulp of her drink. “So Flick, what do you do for work?”

“I’m just what?” she asked again, tilting her head slightly. She hoped the other recognized her by her work and was starstruck, but realistically in a place like this it wasn’t the case. She watched the girl half down her drink with wide eyes. “I’m sorry I snapped,” she cooled it, her pointed acrylics tapping against her glass patiently. “I’ve been really out of it, trying to unpack and all that. It makes one grumpy,” she added. “Let’s start over. I’m Tempest… and you are?” she offered her hand.

JACE WAS WALKING around the neighborhood, trying to pick out a good dog-walking route. he made eye contact with someone, having looked up after hearing a rather… guttural groan come from them. it was a woman, standing outside of a house he presumed was hers, and before he could walk away like nothing had happened, she called out to him. “are you alright?” he called back in response to her apology. he clicked his tongue as she explained her plight. “do you need help? i was just taking a break from my own unpacking… it’s more fun to do someone else’s chores than your own, right?”

SHE  HADN’T  MEANT  to  startle  the  woman  ,  in  fact  ,  her  goal  was  to  welcome  them  instead  .  the  airtight  container  of  cinnamon  dulce  cookies  ,  though  how  she’d  managed  to  bake  them  &  unpack  was  another  story  .     ❛           no  ,  i’m  the  one  who’s  sorry  ,  i  seen  the  moving  truck  &  wanted  to  come  welcome  you  to  the  neighborhood  ,  so  welcome  !   ❜

Deacon had gotten all of his things moved in about 3 days ago, but there were still so many people moving in every day. When he saw a moving truck in the neighborhood he decided to make his way down to welcome the new person, he didn’t know many in the area afterall. “No–trust me I understand. A few days ago I was in your shoes. I’m happy to help if you need some things lifted or moved around. I know how much it can suck—but we’re all going through it”.

YOU’D NEVER GUESS IT FROM HER go with the flow nature but turbo is secretly one of the most obsessive, detailed people you’ll ever meet. the moment she finished moving in she unpacked all her things, it might have taken her a solid twenty four hours before she was finally able to kick back but she loved that there weren’t a bunch of boxes waiting for her when she gets home. “ well fuck unpacking, come hang out with me. ” she offered patting the front of her beach cruiser like it was a plush seat, “ i’ll let you ride on the handlebars we can explore together. ”