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[everyone_takes]

She wasn't moping.

That was one thing Kate wanted to be totally clear, which was why she was going through Effy's things on the front porch of the hut they'd shared instead of holing up inside. If she'd done that, then she would be moping, but being outside in the sunshine meant she was totally not moping.

On the other hand, she wasn't sure what she was doing exactly.

There had been a note in Effy's room and Kate had followed the instructions, even though she kind of hadn't wanted to. It wasn't that she thought Effy's other friends didn't deserve her stuff, but she was tired. She was tired of going through the shit people left behind and trying to make sure it all got to the right people. And she was tired of inheriting stuff from the people she loved. She'd rather they just stopped disappearing.

Holding up a pair of tights, she turned them over in her hands and then put them in the pile of things to keep. It was the only pile. The idea of giving Effy's things away just didn't sit well with her and she picked up a necklace and twirled it around her finger absently as she continued to pick through things. After a few spins around her finger, the necklace slipped free and Kate lifted her gaze from the pile to watch it sail through the air toward the path.

Where it nearly hit a totally cute guy who dressed an awful lot like her brother.

"Shit, sorry!" Kate called from where she was sitting. "Promise I'm not trying to kill you."

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[thewarbler]

Blaine's not really on his way to any particular place. He's simply walking, enjoying the bright sunshine and salty air that still, even four months after arriving here, he finds so very foreign and unbelievable. So very much not like anything in Ohio.

He walks slowly, with little purpose, hands shoved into the pockets of his khakis (the bottoms of which are rolled up above his ankles, of course) and his mind adrift. A sudden movement out the corner of his eye has him tensing immediately and darting away, heart rate immediately spiking as his defenses rise.

At least until he realizes that the offending object is nothing more dangerous than a wayward necklace and there's a girl only a few feet away already apologizing.

Though his heartbeat is still racing, Blaine relaxes, a genuine smile curving his lips as he crouches to pick up the necklace. "Well, that's good," he says, holding the piece of jewelry delicately as he walks towards the girl on the porch. He hadn't even noticed her until just now. "I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have been very successful if you had been. Not with this as your weapon anyway."