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Popuri was soaking wet down to her dampened curls. Even her dress, usually poof-y and twirl-y, laid damp and heavy. Hand raised, she knocked fervently on Claire’s door and hoped she was heard. The summer storm had come on suddenly and Popuri was more eager to get inside somewhere rather than run the extra feet to her house, and Claire’s was closer.

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"So - ... I need advice from an experienced chicken father," Claire teased, leaning against the fence dividing their properties. "How do you name your girls? Is there a scheme, or do you just - come up with something?"

“Honestly?” Rick scrunched his face for a moment in thought, considering. “Popuri names most of them.” It was about the only thing he let her do, and if it made her happy, then it made Rick happy too.

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there’s  a  moment,  however  brief,  that  a  flicker  of  SADNESS  flashes  in  his  eyes,  before  inevitably  being  wiped  away  by  his  usual  calm,  inscrutable  expression.

‘ ...  I  SEE. ’  he  begins,  voice  halting,  hesitant.  he  takes  a  breath  -  a  pause  to  collect  his  thoughts  -  before  he  speaks  again.  ‘  while  i  appreciate  your  honesty,  you  must  know  ...  that  i  cannot  accept  your  feelings. ’

brows  crease  slightly,  another  crack  in  the  mask,  as  he  turns  to  look  her  in  the  eye,  lips  raised  into  the  barest  smile.

izuku was rushing to his internship. he was indeed very late, which was mostly due to bakugou not waking him up and having taken away his alarm. he didn't know why the boy was so mean to him, but they would maybe never make up completely. a frown was visible on his face, wondering why bakugou even handed him the alarm like ' you'll never win against me. '. the green haired shook his head a little, feet carrying him into the right direction as he was jumping from building to building. he shouldn't be using these powers, but running late was not something heroes easily forgave. this was his opportunity to learn from them after all, but he hadn’t expected to be held up much further.

big green orbs looked into the direction of a scream he heard. he couldn’t see anyone, but izuku could never leave someone in danger alone, whatever that kind of danger may be. once he turned around the corner, he could see a girl with a taller male in front of her. she seemed scared, face in her hands and the man was seemingly talking to her, but he was way too close for izuku’s liking. “ go away! she’s scared! “ he yelled loudly enough for the man to notice, eyes were looking over to the green haired boy and izuku got into fighting position, but before he even had to move a muscle, the man turned on his heels and ran away.

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       “hmm. . .”

mirio stands, wiping the sweat off his brow with his arm before he allows his gloved hands to rest against his hips. the fields are definitely looking a lot better, a lot healthier, than they were before claire had come to take care of the land. lots of care and love had gone into it, and it was clear in the way everything was growing and even blossoming nearby.

       “. . . i think it looks amazing,” he says, turning to look at her with a bright smile. “and it’s only going to keep getting better with the work we keep putting in. it’s hard work but-- it definitely pays off when you can look and see how much better everything is now that you’re here.”

It wasn’t the first time Vaughn’s gruff manner made him feel like an ass. Knowing this, and humble enough to admit it, Vaughn shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. It’s been a long day, but I shouldn’t have snapped.” He’d had some trouble with his work earlier in the day, and then had to defend his no carrots rule (again) to Doug and Ann. At the end of the day, he preferred to be alone so he could recharge, but that didn’t warrant snapping at Claire.

His eyes fell to the bag and he wondered if she knew. He didn’t know how she would know, but Vaughn had an incredible sweet tooth. To the point that he liked to keep a stash of candy with him, which was currently sitting up in his room at the inn.