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happy thanksgiving to you both! may ye get yer fill on turkeys @eldorado i was just figuring out what to do with ol' hylas ill let ya know if i cant come up with anything to integrate him haha

From the highest hill any and all could see the buckets of light pouring from within the village. How swollen Clopcomb looked, buzzing alive with the radiance of entertainment and exporters alike. Hylas' eyes wandered down to the small divot where the blacksmith's business was set aglow. Arlo...

awesome. Looking forward to it!

Hylas Wake, Son of Catherine A sinewy half-pint of a man, he is barely the height of the average male and appears scrawny to onlookers. His hair grows in unruly locks that are the same flaxen strands as his mother, to whom he owes no other significant features besides the occasional wistful...

This was nice. Chloe felt Max's grip tighten on her arm, a nervous pressure matched with a trust she wouldn't have thought still existed between them. Nodding along, she led them up the slanted hill, the rush of pine trees becoming a familiar scent and sound. "Almost there." Chloe promised...

From what Max could probably ascertain with her eyes closed, Chloe stopped the truck a few minutes after, fighting hard to keep her snickering in check. This was going to be good. Hopefully. She still had no idea if this was the completely same Max Caulfield who could tear up over a sunset...

Chloe watched from the corner of her eye as Max rolled down a window. Evidently she wouldn't be smoking alongside Chloe. Which was fine. Just something different. Chloe was so used to Rachel accepting the occasional cigarette in the passenger seat. Still, the paper was getting damp in her mouth...

"You'll see." Chloe pretended not to notice when Max gave her a glance. That glance of undecided. She instead nodded to her truck, bumping her hand carelessly against its rusted seal and getting inside. "It's not exactly Disney, but it'll work." She murmured, rifling through through her pocket...

It wasn't as organized as she'd planned. Then again, she hadn't planned much of anything. But Max sort of fell off the edge and Chloe took her hint soon enough and ended up grabbing Max by the ribs. Not firm enough to leave an imprint, but firm enough to make sure she didn't hit the ground and...

Chloe stepped directly under the girl, holding her arms up, bracing for all the weight the small kid could possibly hold. Can't be much more than when we were kids. But we certainly weren't climbing out of windows then...Were we? Chloe shook her head, focusing back on Max's quavering voice. It...

"Eyes don't lie, Caulfield." Chloe smirked. She held herself while staring up at Max, waiting for the girl to climb down from the slanted roof. When she faltered, her grin softened, and she shook her head. "Kind of slide downward and I'll grab you, but it's not that far." She called up best she...

The timid side of Max Caulfield was not to be fed. Chloe knew she was making the girl cave in, from the less than innocent glass-eyed expression to the final sigh of Max as she gave up. "I'm not taking you to a drug deal, don't worry..." Chloe laughed, climbing out her window without a second...

Chloe fixed her gaze on the window. Driven by impulse, she started to open it. "Come on, Max, let's go somewhere..." She figured out of mischief. Her eyes, her glimmering eyes and speech, should have prevented Max from going. If Max knew anything about Chloe, this 'somewhere' could be anywhere...

"Fuck yeah I do..." Chloe collected another couple, holding them close, careful not to breathe too hard on them. Swallowing, she glanced up at Max. "Well I guess I have to correct myself, Caulfield. I am in the presence of an expert." The sheepish grin returned. She didn't let go of the photos...

Chloe had to sit up for this. She couldn't remember the last clear shots she'd seen Max take, and while she didn't doubt her old best friend had some talent, it would be great to see the update. Crawling forward cautiously so as to not disturb any of the photos lined out on the bed, Chloe...

Chloe was lying on her back, running one distracted hand through her hair, the other playing with the hem of her shirt. She stifled a laugh at Max's apprehension. It was cute that she cared. Still, she had no idea, not like Rachel did at least. And well, she couldn't say too much against Rachel...

"I don't have an anything. He just lives here. And screws shit up." Chloe had learned to keep her temper almost neutral, what with her better half Rachel warning her to keep things cool. Although, where was her girlfriend now? Not at the house to tell her off, that's where. After a few minutes...

"Bull. You're definitely a hippie. Maybe, you could fashion your hipster tendencies to grunge, though..." Chloe picked at the hem of Max's shirt, giggling idly at the thought. The bang from downstairs had her jolting, had her turning off the music and shaking her head. "Step douche, imperial ass...

"The Rachel Amber..." Chloe liked the effect of those words. And if Rachel wasn't so damned pissed at her right now, she might actually wonder where her girlfriend was, if not here with her. Somehow, even more rewarding was the soft taunting that Max had just poked at her. It was a reminder of...

"For Vortex queens, it's just another party, Max. Rachel's got that stuff down like her drinking..." Chloe said lazily with a yawn. She was so used to describing Rachel as a Vortex celebrity, that it was old news to everyone but Max, probably. "Funny thing, she'd love to meet you as well, I'm...