[Buddy. This is the biggest, sweetest, and most fake smile you will ever see come off of this woman. Also, is that-... Is she pouting? Is she really playing the puppy dog card?]
Six?
[Voice sounds WAY too sweet to be anything good.]
We should talk. Um... Where are you?
[Smile forever, Holiday. SMILE FOREVER.]
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[...Well, now he knows where Rex learned That Face from. Small frown.]
Southern District. Not far from the Cherry Hill Temple. [Pause.] Would you rather I come to you?
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How about I meet you outside of the Medbay? [SMILESMILESMILE]
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I'll be there in a few minutes. [Video clicks off.]
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[So, Holiday stood outside the front of the Medbay, rocking back and forth on her heels, twiddling with her fingers. She was about a minute away from the house, but she was still far enough away that Six wouldn't suddenly get the urge to stab the boy in his sleep.]
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[He moved swiftly through the fog that categorized the district's evenings. Within minutes, he was within sight of the medbay, and he approached with caution, deliberately allowing his feet to make noise so he didn't startle her.]
What happened?
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You're going to laugh.
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[Instead, she cleared her throat.]
So, um. Did you happen to see a post to the network earlier? About a new arrival to the city? Young, teenage boy, about to have a heart attack?
[SMILE.]
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Which one? There've been quite a few recently.
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[8D;;]
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I remember.
[Slight frown.]
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[Uneasy laugh again... This wasn't going well.]
Well... it's a long story, sorta... [Deep breath and ramble.]
So, anyway, he was freaking out, so I went over to check on him before he made himself sick or something. Once I got there, he wasn't believing anything anyone was saying. So, I had to convince him what was going on and I still haven't told him the whole story, you know about Nautilus and reality storms and all that. But anyway, he started calling me Holly and I'm the only person he trusts, so-...
[Okay, deep breath again...]
You're going to laugh.
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So, um, yeah.
He's currently sleeping.
Upstairs.
In the spare room.
... At home.
[GOD, HOLIDAY, JUST KEEP SMILING.]
I am so sorry.
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[Takes another minute or two before sighing softly.]
It's your house.
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You're not... mad? Annoyed?
It's just as much your home as it is mine, anyway.
[Sure, she didn't tell the kid that, trying to keep his spirits up about the whole issue... but it was the truth.]
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