#nonoblitus

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"Oh, Jeanz!" Johnny's voice rings across the house. "Food's ready!"

A trio of children - his niece and nehpews - run past him, screaming and full of MacTavish Chaos. He chuckles at their antics and finishes setting the table as Jeanz makes her way into the dining room. She's nearly taken out by the whirlwind of children as they pass by her, but she side steps in time.

"Ma's recipe," he gestures to the table.

The table is set with five sets of dinnerware - the duo was recruited to babysit, by popular demand from the chaos gremlins - and, at the center of the table, is a large dish of shepherd's pie. There's more than enough for dinner tonight and likely through lunch tomorrow.

"Go ahead and get started while I wrangle the trio," he tells her, hand lightly brushing hers as he passes her.

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🎁 📬 - A new sketchbook and pencils, even some colors for shading.

When Johnny gets his mail for the day, he's puzzled by the package under the few letters from his family. After checking the recipient, he looks up and quirks an eyebrow at the soldier behind the counter.

"That's definitely not my name," he chuckles, ever-present lopsided grin gracing his features.

"No, but I know you're headed her way anyway," they smirk at him knowingly.

That lopsided grin faulters and Johnny just turns and walks out of the mail room. All mail given to him tucked under his arm.

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He knocks on Jeanz's door and waits for a moment. Movement and a "hold on!" can be heard from the other side of the door. When Jeanz swings the door open Johnny can't help giving her a smile. One he doesn't realize reveals more than it should.

"Hey, package for ya," he nods, handing it to her. "What is it?"

"Yes! It's here!" Jeanz gasps and rips into the package excitedly. She removes a brand new sketchbook and pencils from the crinkling paper. "Been waiting too damn long for these."

"Running low on supplies?" he inquires.

"Nah, just thought the sketchbook was cute and I've been wanting to order this pencil set for a while," she shrugs, beaming at him as she turns the sketchbook to show him the cover.

It's a white, fluffy cartoon dog with a stick figure of a human hugging it. He smiles, letting out a small laugh.

"Looks just like ya both."

And now he's mentally making a checklist of the art products he's seen her use and where he can get her more.

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sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

Racing the clock to stop or set off an explosion!!! Best thrill!

Pranks, jokes, annoying Ghost, lots really :D