#greeter!!!

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@horatertiadecima​

Prim looked at the stranger curiously. She guess she liked the poofy hair herself, it was like a lion’s mane. Still they looked rather grouchy, which was upsetting her a little bit. What was on the stranger’s mind that made such a perpetual frown? She tapped on their arm to draw their attention down to her.

'I made you a flower crown.' Was written on her notepad and around her wrist, of course, was the crown.

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@warscaars

They seemed like they had been through a lot. Prim was sure of it, maybe it was the way they stood or their eyes. Like the people she helped before she lost Neel and everything changed. She wasn’t sure how to best work with those people. So she walked over, her notebook held where they could read it.

‘Do you want a hug?’

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@plasma-n-scraps

Prim did have a couple broken things that were worth fixing up, maybe for a cap or two. She didn’t have use for the currency, she collected it as she went rather than attempting to earn it.She looked to the other woman, giving them a wide smile. She rustled her bag. 

“I have useless junk, you may want to recycle it? There  is a broken gun or two.”

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Poor sod.

Lucine had her camera and her film, and he was an interesting subject but the way he stood. Well it actually made her consider not taking a photo of the awful creature. She lowered it back down to the side of her hip.

"Sir? You feeling alright? You look like hell walking." Nice. She was clearly in a friendly kind of mood.

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Guess which one doesn't have a heartbeat.

Prim bounced on her toes, not really sure of what was in front of her but surprisingly hopeful about it. She waved at the much taller stranger(?) And settled back down to simply standing on her toes. Rather than bobbing.

"Hi sugarplum! What are you doing?"

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Fashion crime.

Primrose gently grabbed a hold of the stranger's hands, bouncing on her toes and gave a tiny tug as she moved. "I MADE FLOWER CROWNS!" She giggled, letting go of their arms in exchange for rummaging through her bag.

She threw a crown over their head.

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Little songbirds. 

Whoever the young woman was, she was probably colder than a child dropped under an ice sheet. Not really, but considering how used to the heat most people were, the woman had to be a little bit chilly. Prim wandered up to her, procuring the warmest thing she had in her bag. Just a blanket. 

She draped it over the woman’s shoulders. “You look cold,” she mumbled quietly.

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She still doesn't care for men in uniform.

"What is your name sir? You seem a little.. professional."

She leaned back on the boulder, fingers digging into the rock's surface and grazing on the loose dirt that lay upon it. She was sure this was nothing, but she was still rather worried about it.