Amelia Fisher
She, her
25
October 3
Icirrus City
Bisexual
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Cadet
Expectations were like fine pottery. The harder you held them, the more likely they were to crack.
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Ethel Irving
Huddle
POSTED ON Jan 6, 2021 21:42:28 GMT
The man she'd addressed turned around, and Ethel's heart jumped into her throat.
"Oh," she said faintly. This was bad. This was really, really bad. She cleared her throat, trying to recover. "I... helping with the recovery efforts," she repeated. "Like I said. Um, please don't tell people I'm here."
Oh, Arceus, save her.
Magic placed a hand on Ethel's shoulder. God, she was so thankful for Magic. He always knew when she was stressed out, and was always there to help her calm down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She opened her eyes once again, and barely fought down another wave of panic at the sight of Benoit's surprised face, literally right there, not five feet away from her.
"Thank you, Magic," she said, years of practice keeping the tremble out of her voice. Then she turned back to Thomas. Even if he was an unpleasant reminder of her old life... it wasn't him she'd run from. She wasn't being fair.
"Sorry. Um, what are you doing here?"
Thomas Benoit
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