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attractiveness: pleasant on the eyes / hot.
personality: boring / charismatic / appealing / fabulous.
how likely they would have sex with them: yeah sure / would tap that.
level of friendship: indifferent / neutral
first impression of them: meh / oh fuck they’re hot.
current impression of them: meh / oh fuck they’re hot.
"Unka Dean stealed the cookies but he gave me one if I didn't tell." (confession from Hazel? XD)
Confess Something to My Muse - Accepting
Leaning down to be more at her niece’s level, Faith steals a glance over her head to try and capture a glimpse of her thieving husband before speaking with Hazel. With no such luck, Faith lightly captures her tiny chin, thumb brushing away the telltale crumbs left behind even if she hadn’t confessed.
“Oh he did now did he?” Faith’s lips press together for a moment as she tries to remain solemn and hide her amusement. “Well Hazel,” her voice drops conspiratorially in volume as Faith addresses her niece, “As you know, family is the most important thing,” she reminds her, hands now lightly resting upon her thin shoulders, “but Uncle Dean asking you to hide the truth for him wasn’t okay, so you did the right thing telling me.” A warm smile was showered upon Hazel along with the praise. “So I think we’ll have to teach him a lesson, don’t you?” Not waiting for the little girl’s response, Faith straightens up, plan already forming. “Hazel, we’re going to play a fun little trick on Uncle Dean to teach him a lesson. Remember, it’s all just pretend.” Faith came flying out from the kitchen, something close to panic written plainly all over her face as she appears to be looking almost frantically for something. Her movements are frantic, hand tugging through her hair and nervously twisting a strand around and around her index finger when she does stop in the middle of the playroom, eyes bouncing from person to person and finally coming to rest upon Dean.
“Hey! No one had any of the cookies I made, right? The ones I put up because I was savin’ them for that freakin’ Autumn Festival they’re having in town...” Pausing to catch her breath Faith chews at corner of her lower lip for a beat before continuing. “I’m just being paranoid,” A relieved exhaled passes over her lips as she nods slightly, “no one would have gotten into them, which is damn lucky because I’m gonna have to toss them all out,” she confesses. “I was cleaning up the kitchen just now and... Well,” Faith shrugs a shoulder, “I might have added something I shouldn’t...”
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Knock, Knock | Keary Sisters
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Harper tapped on the rusty bed of the truck as she slung her backpack over her shoulder before moving towards the open passenger window, smiling in at the driver. “Thanks for the lift, Jose. I’ll see you around, yeah?”
Jose looked skeptical “Are you sure about this, chica? Does your sister know you’re coming?” Harper nodded, but it was a lie. When they’d stopped in Arizona and she used a pay phone, she actually just dialed the information line and made sure the address she had for her sister was correct.
“Yeah.” Harper stated, “I gotta get going. Thanks again, man.”
Jose nodded, “No problem. Call me when you get settled, alright?” Harper smiled again and nodded before Jose took off, his old truck kicking up red dirt.
She hiked her bag up higher on her shoulder before turning and walking further up the road until she stopped at a small house. She unfurled the crumpled piece of paper from the front of her jeans. The address and name hastily scrawled on a piece of motel notepad paper.
Hazel Keary. 115 Salamander Circle. Santa Fe, NM.
There it was, right in front of her, the place her sister called home. It was cute and perfect for the sister she remembered, the sister she had missed so much that it made her heart feel like it had a gaping hole in the dead center.
Biting down on her lower lip, she opened the front gate and walked up to the small patio and knocked on the front door, hoping that Hazel would be home.
sms to hazze
J: You. Me. Bed. Now.
J: I mean, portões da monroe*
-Batendo na porta do quarto da Hazel.-
