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"Guess whose tits grew?"

[Sighing loudly, Finch pushed open the door of the Iris cabin and threw his bag against his bed. He was tired. Like, mentally tired. Sitting on the dusty duvet, he quickly took off his shoes and his shirt, swapped his jeans for a pair of Bermuda shorts and just laid down like that, staring at the ceiling. He'd just spent a month and a half taking care of his little sisters while their parents were arguing about who would have child custody.] Gods, if only divorce proceedings could go without any problems...

[She was late. Dear Gods, she was so fucking late. Chiron was going to kill her. It's been a month-- no, more than that. Over a month. She'd been gone so long ? With a little painful noise, Anna-Rose dragged the dead weight of her legs up the camp's hill, green eyes staring at the tall pine. You're almost there. Just a little more... She couldn't even remember when she'd lost her wheelchair, crushed under the weight of a monster, and she was too weak to use her powers. It would probably kill her.] Come on, Anna... Come on... [The loud, piercing scream of Stymphalian Birds froze her on the spot for a few seconds before she tried to move a bit faster. She couldn't die here, a few feet away from the camp's borders. Not like that. With a groan, she pushed harder on her arms and rolled inside the borders just in time-- a Stymphalian bird crashed against the magical shield two seconds later. She was safe. Dirty, in pain, with blood and monster dust and flower juice on her clothes, with new scars and injuries on her skin, but she was safe. The only thing she could do was to start crying.]

[He's packing a bag, shoving his things hurriedly inside, trying to calm his breathing. It's been over a month, and he can't stand it any more; he's scared he'll forget what she looks like.]

[sitting on her roof playing the uke as loudly and singing just a bit off key]

[confused] Someone went missin' on the trip have ya heard anythin'?