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“You and Chase have a good private talk?” 

“Welcome. It’s a college thing, right? We gotta stick together or SOMESHIT, but I’m kinda a believer in doing the whole speak whatever’s on your mind thing,” she’s gesturing too much, she knows-- hands back in your pockets, Valentine. Her own little grin, warm and upwards, “Might just kick that up to great. Okay’s a little mild.”

If they had known Leslie hadn’t even told her daughter the truth yet, they wouldn’t have travelled light years to this backwards planet. They were lucky the Dean’s daughter was beginning to rebel a bit more, or else they would have no chance at even getting close to her. “Don’t you think that seems a little narrow-minded?” Xavin pressed. “I think aliens are a perfectly logical explanation, especially considering how big the universe is. Didn’t you say you glowed the other day?”

“So...you knew my uncle? Victor Mancha?” 

“Wow, you’re beautiful.” There’s a reverence to her words before she started to smile again. “Is your skin made of galaxies?” Surely she was a mirror image of them, and there was not an ounce of shame in the compliment. She really wasn’t scared of speaking her mind to people. It just usually wasn’t something so kind. 

   just a pit stop. or at least, that’s what he told gert and nico he was doing when he left earlier. it wasn’t a mistake that he ended up at karolina’s door (although this time he’s raptor free, much to the relief of her floor-mates). he laid it on pretty thick before, showing up with gert, old lace and nico, throwing around proposals to rejoin the group. he didn’t blame her for staying here she was happy after all and as long as she was, he would be too. ❛ hey, k. got time for visitors? ❜

        it was   already  an awkward situation between the two of them ;   they were always good at running away,  nico had just never assumed that one day it’d be her running away from everyone else.  or was.      even if chase could just brush it off, teleport into her run down apartment,  she knew she couldn’t brush it off with karolina the same way ... too many things left unsaid, things not done.   it’s with an awkward, almost pained smile.     ‘   thanks -- for letting us --’ she meant herself, left unsaid, ‘ -- stay over.      are you sure your roommate won’t mind? ‘    or her girlfriend, but nico was trying to forget the photo frame.

“I can reach everything down here…. and I can’t reach anything up there,” she points with her cane, smiling still, baby blue eyes— the good doctor, forty five years old and yet still five foot nothing, “so would you mind helping me with the… tall people parts?”