#nichase

"Chase, don't complain. Just take the boxes and hand them off to Victor so he can get them into the frog. Please?" Nico gives him her best smoulder, although it ultimately fails - Nico isn't exactly the definition of sexy, though Chase thinks she's pretty damn cute - it's enough to get Chase to grumble and move along, boxes in hand. She gives a little smile, turning to pile up another stack of boxes. She can fainty hear the voice of Gert in her head, a little sad and a little happy that Chase has moved on, if only a little. She frowns a bit. 

"Where are we going this time?" Molly inquires, peeping up behind Nico for a brief moment before darting back to tug Klara closer. "Wait, Nico, Nico! This is Klara's first movie, right?"

Klara, to her credit, blushes, and Nico turns to smile. "My parent lair, I think. Magic barriers, harder to crack." According to Victor. "And I don't actually remember. Victor would know, he catalogues that sort of thing." Molly nods excitedly, her head bobbing up and down.

"Of course! Yay." Moly darts off, Klara in tow. Nico cracks a grin before turning back to stacking boxes for Chase to carry. He comes and goes, empty handed and heavy headed, until only one box lies in front of her. "Gert's clothes!!! DO NOT TOUCH" it exclaims in messy purple ink, faded from time. 

"Hm." Nico murmurs, bending down to pick it up. She turns and there is Chase, looking a little forlorn. He shuffles back and forth, glancing down as he goes.

"Gert's stuff, huh?"

"Yeah." Nico says, apologetic. "Sorry. I should have just… sent it off, huh? Without recognizing it. Would have been easier…" she trails off, a hand going up to clasp her arm. Chase smiles sympathetically, leaning down a little.

"I probably would have noticed. It's okay either way. It's healthy for us to accept stuff like this, right?"