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savior who had swooped in and rescued his clothes from certain peril.  Unfortunately, he wasn’t that great at talking to people, let alone girls.  Asking her name would be a good start, and that shouldn’t be too hard.  Noctis looked at the woman once more, and with a shrug and a small smile, said, "Might be easier to repay you if I know your name."

She could only smile and nod in his response to her helping him prevent a rainbow mess from his laundry. Her personage moved to another machine putting her whites and colors being only a few that their was in the machine. Adding her quarters and slipping in soap before starting everything. Her arms slid behind her pulling her body upon the washer listening to him and watching his movement for a moment. Clearly he had more black then anything, must have been a rich kid thing to wear one of a certain color. Knowing his stasis in society was impossible, knowing he had money was another thing. While she was here on a scholarship, he most likely got in for having the money to pay for such a high end college. "I can't expect a rich kid to know how to wash clothes no would I?" She asked almost in a teasing tone as she smiled at him softly. If he didn't find that his lack of knowledge to how to wash close wasn't obvious she wondered what else did that was completely wrong in the 'commoners' world. Her thoughts could only trail on so long that she would find her self laughing in her head. Crystals lightened up as she brought her attention back to him. Owing her? What could he possible do that she could not do herself. Besides having a nice home cooked meal rather then cafe food. She only shrugged and smacked her rose tinted lips. "Owe me? No thanks. I do not need it." She continued finding herself lost in his eyes for a second. "Claire Farron" She replied giving her name any how. "Third year student here. Literature Scholar" She continued with a bit more information then needed. Probably something he was curious about and defiantly something she was curious to know about him. Being one who didn't talk much, having him get so much as two words out of her was lucky. He made her spark an interest in him and that was something not many people had done.

Or, what if… what if this had something to do with his mom.  Maybe this knight, or whatever, was offering him a chance.  If he could do what she asks, would she bring her back?  Etro had been the goddess of death, wouldn’t that mean she had the power to reverse death, as well?

"Our dreams are connected. You are in mine thus I am in yours." She explained hoping he could follow at least just a bit. "I believe you are special." She responded remembering what the God had said about him. He had a tragic death experience that caused him to see a light. The light of Etro. A light she had only seen in Valhalla, he was special. "You can see it can't you?"  Only now could she help him when his heart needed it the most to keep on a right path. To be a happy child, she had dealt with things like this before. She was older then, the god told her little but it was enough to make due in starting a conversations. Helping him would be the problem and she had to just sit and wait until the time was right.

"I’d say the same, but you’re in pain.  So what kind of sandwich?"

{ϟ}—"Nothing Doctor Farron can't handle. Peanut butter and jelly would be nice."

"Well that was specific."

{ϟ}—"Well it is what I need. Nice to see you back Caelum."

"Might wanna lie down."

{ϟ}—"An Advil, grape juice and a sandwich is what I need."

Castle and Beckett and baby’s first Thanksgiving.

Castle and Beckett’s Hamptons vacation with their baby boy.

Castle and Beckett welcome their newborn baby boy.

Beckett tells Castle she’s pregnant on Christmas. 

Castle and Beckett honeymoon in Paris.

He hefted his bag onto the top of the row of washers and opened it up.  The stench of some of his older clothes practically hit him in the face and made him cough.  With a sigh, he pulled out about half of the bag’s contents, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand-full of quarters, setting them a couple feet from the pile.  Okay… how did this thing work?  Choosing one of the machines, he opened the lid.  Well, that was easy.  He then tossed the pile into the mouth of the washer, one fist-full of clothing after the other.  Machine open, clothes inside.  He was halfway there, or at least he thought.  Now, how did he turn this thing on?  And shouldn’t there be some kind of soap, or was that already in the machine?  He closed the lid, leaned his arms against the edge of the washer, shifted his weight to one leg, and stared intently at the buttons and dials on the front.  He had no idea which buttons to push and which settings to choose.  The only thing he could figure out was where to put the coins.

Setting her basket down the roseate about to start separating her clothes took a quick glance at the man she had never seen in the dorm laundry room only to chuckle softly under her breath and talking over to him. An appendage extended and pointed to a dial. "That one starts it" Her eyes glanced at the pile of clothes in the machine and a brow rose turning back to the man. Obviously he was clueless about laundry, it was either that or he purposely wanted to change the colors of his clothes. With a soft sigh the women shook her head. "You have to separate your clothes unless you want a big blob of colored clothes and messed up whites you know?" She continued moving away from the machine just a bit to let him remove all the clothes from it. "You do not know much about laundry do you?" She asked one last time before becoming silent.