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[blessingone]

[At the south of the village, once a bit farther out of the way before the higher numbered community buildings and the battle dome appeared, is a single-floor house surrounded by way more gardens than any reasonable person could ever need. There, in House 34, an eclectic group from the Legacy reside and raise the child left behind by Senel and Stella.

This is their fourth wall post.]

[Specifically, this is a group post for Norma, Grune, Fenimore, and Walter. Comments inside for each will give more detail on what they're up to.]

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I care, that's why I wait a week between tags.

[malerines]

[The hand slows its waving. Well, she doesn't sound angry. That's a good step. The hand is slowly retracted and Simon rises from the bushes (A leaf or two may or may not be endearingly stuck in his hair).]

S- Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you. [Even if they both reacted in a fairly exaggerated manner. Simon will take the apologetic role like a man.] I'm just a little- lost? And you looked familiar, I- didn't mean to pry... [Towards the end he trails off, his voice getting quieter and more mumbly.]

You say this as though late tags weren't my modus operandi. Like now.

[blessingone]

[Okay, definitely harmless. And she'll totally let him take the apologetic role even if she had probably startled him right back.]

[Familiar, though. Now that he mentions it...no, she can't think of any man she's met who this would be. Still. She opens her mouth to reply, but then decides it's silly to keep talking through the window, especially leaving him outside in the winter.]

The door is around the other side, if you want to come in.

[If he's lost, he's probably new (even if she wasn't seeing anything suggesting wings), and he might as well be sitting down for something like that.]

Careful, though, I'm picking up my pace!

[malerines]

Oh- thank you! [Simon quickly nods, blond bangs bobbing in the air. He can be a good house guest and not a peeping tom! ... until he realizes he's not sure if he should wait for her to open the door or not. There's a moment of hesitation at that door while he thinks about it. She did say, "if he wanted to come in." But should he still wait? Dilemma!]

[... He'll compromise by knocking a few seconds before opening the door himself.]

Then I will have to pick up my pace! ...Slightly.

[blessingone]

[She had considered going to the doorway to either welcome him in or open the door herself, but these tarts aren't going to get on the cooling rack by themselves. Besides, the kitchen is visible from the doorway anyway. So, at the knock, she only turns to look to make sure it's the seemingly harmless guy coming in before turning back to getting the last of the tarts on the tray onto the cooling rack.]

...I guess you're probably wondering where you are right now, huh?

[Well, he probably will be wondering even harder if he notices the orange wings on her back that are sticking out under the layer around that white layer she wears around her shoulders what would you call that even. Luceti is weird.]