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[ THIS TEAGAN IS RATHER UNSETTLED ALSO.
She stands, quite still, in front of a random house, frowning at the windows, at its quaint normality. Her arms are tightly folded across her chest, the sleeves of her oversized jumper pulled down over her fingers. Her usual calm and airy manner hasn't yet returned to her. ]

[bewhat]

Teagan!

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[ She turns her head at the sound of his voice, her first reaction being to smile, but she doesn't, not really. It's a faint curve, nothing like her preferred expressions. ]

Jeremy. [ mmHM. ] Hello, again.

[bewhat]

[Rushing over to her, breathing a little heavily from running around the town with no success at finding any help. He doesn't quite notice Teagan's expression.]

Do you know where we are?

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[ She isn't really listening to what he's asking, feeling a little more self-centred today. It's one thing telling an adult about what she is, telling a young man is another matter entirely, even if it's the same person. ]

No... no, sorry. I've never seen anywhere like this before in my life. [ She pauses, reconsidering. ] Not so untouched, anyway.

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[He sighs, dropping his shoulders to look away.] This is so weird.

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Mm, yeah. [ She took looks away, staring back at the house before them. Where she would usually be talkative, it takes her a little while before words spring to mind again. ] Stranger things have happened. I reckon you'll get used to it, eventually.

[bewhat]

I wish I didn't have to, honestly. [derp. He crosses his arms and looks back at her.] Are you okay?

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[ *too GRAH TYPING

There's a little pause before she answers. He's such a lovely boy, and she wants to, at the very least, be his friend, but it wouldn't be fair to do that without being honest. And yet, she still isn't planning on saying anything about it. ]

I'm fine. [ She smiles, lightly, though she continues looking at the house. ] Just a bit tired, I guess. All this jumping around is starting to take it's toll. [ A short laugh. ] I'm not really taking my own advice.

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Oh. I can understand that.

[He looks a little torn between smiling and being concerned. Why not do both?]

... Do you think we should go inside?

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Well, I don't think there's really anyone around here to stop us doing just that. [ Again, she tries to smile, but again it's rather faint. ]

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[He does manage to offer her a little grin, apparently excited about the idea of wandering into a stranger's empty house. A CRIMINAL IN THE MAKING?? No, not really.]

After you, then.

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[ Oh, why are you so cute and derpy?? It just makes Teagan feel more self-conscious today. ]

Why, thank you. [ There's a little spark of her characteristic amusement, and she flashes him a slightly relaxed expression, taking several long, exaggerated steps towards the front door. She tries the handle, pushing at it gently - and it opens. ] Would you look at that. Easy. [ She steps inside, holding the door open for Jeremy with a slightly half hearted flourish. ]

[bewhat]

[He smiles at her and looks down, stepping in carefully. It'd be a guaranteed heart attack if someone suddenly popped out from behind a wall, so any excitement he showed before is now being replaced by caution and anticipation.]

This is so weird. [He breathes, not daring to actually... touch anything.]

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[ Teagan follows, clasping her hands behind her back, leaning slightly over Jeremy's shoulder to say: ] I think that's your favourite phrase, today.

[ She meanders around him, peeking into what appears to be the living room; there's a sofa and an armchair, and she makes a beeline for the latter. It's sort of ratty looking, but she doesn't really care, practically falling into it, wrapping her arms around her knees as she settles herself into the worn fabric.

After a little pause, she says, softly: ] It's like everyone was just plucked out of here without warning, in the middle of their daily routines or something.

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[He blushes a little, feeling even more self-conscious about himself when she points out that he's starting to repeat himself. He tries to distract himself from that by concentrating on the furniture, the books, the little items and picture frames.]

No, that wasn't it...