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“Why are you looking at me like that?” It wasn’t an accusation, but one of genuine curiosity. CJ had been lying flat on the grass, letting the time vortex of marijuana in his system flow through him, feeling almost too much and too little; light and weightless, but also like any sudden movement would bring everything crashing down. “Have I got something on my face?” He then asked, flat palming raking across his cheek as if trying to swipe away the focus of the stranger’s interest. 

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Phoebe always loved the woods. She liked camping in the grove of trees that backed onto her house when she was younger. She even enjoyed bonfires, the smoky smell of the burning wood transporting her back in time to happier days. Things hadn’t been great recently, but at least she had some softer moments to reflect on, more so than others did. Her favorite part of it all was definitely s’mores, toasting a marshmallow to the right gooey consistency, slapping it together with a graham cracker and chocolate; pure sugary heaven. On this particular occasion, she was sat near a blonde, and the marshmallow itself was slightly too toasty. “Shit, here, let me help.” She reached over, the old jacket from the back of the half-abandoned closet in her mother’s half-abandoned bedroom getting caught on the flame, causing her to let out a more scream, throwing her lukewarm beer at the sleeve. “Jesus, the marshmallows are getting their revenge from all the years of me ripping off Peep heads with my teeth.” Phoebe half-joked, voice a little bit breathless because, really, being set partially on fire was a little scary.

location: H.I.P.S offices

The H.I.P.S event had gone smoothly and although Silas was aware what his fellow fae had been up to in order to ruin the investigation. He somewhat felt like he wanted to know more about the organisation. He moved towards the door, knocking firmly and wondering whether anyone would be there to answer the questions he had.