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The true extent of Lance and Arthur's powers in LBAF. Period.

it was around 11:00 am, and day didn’t go into work for a few hours. she’d shocked herself by waking up at a decent hour (albeit, in her head) and not being able to drift back to sleep. that only meant that she needed to do all the domestic projects in the house before work to show how appreciative she was of mavi doing things. once she’d cleaned the kitchen, her eyes darted up to the key hooks, where she spotted the mailbox key. she was expecting an etsy order for someone’s birthday, so she snatched the key and padded down the many stairs in her shorts and oversized t-shirt.

one of her current biggest fears was coming to fruition, because right in front of the mailboxes, daysia spotted scarlett. a pang of guilt, or perhaps envy -- she was unsure, tugged at her heart strings as she thought of bolting back up the steps, but that would end up looking even more cryptic. there was no bad blood between the two of them, so why did daysia’s cheeks flush a rosy pink and why did her nostrils flare? she stood on the bottom step, contemplating her next move, but her feet made the decision for her and she waltzed over to where the other girl stood.

at first, she just fumbled with her key, unable to look up and start the conversation. once she finally turned the lock, daysia looked over and flashed a cautious smile. “hey pretty girl,” she pulled her mail out of the cubby and shut the door. “congratulations on your little peanut,”her eyes darted down to scarlett’s tummy, the smile never leaving her face. “he or she will be gorgeous. oof, what a gene pool!” she made a chef’s kiss with her hands.