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Who: Phoenix and Sarah
When: Friday. December 11. Around 3 o'clock
Where: Casa de Blue Beetle or whatever the hip kids call it these days.
Summary: Phoenix checks on Sarah. It goes from there. I would have had this up earlier, but I fail.
Warnings: Nope.
Format: Whatever works.
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[justlikeherson]

After something of a crazy night, Sarah was tired. She might have had a healing factor to cancel out the hangover, but she has enough weighing on her to make her shoulders slump.

Sarah opened up the door with a tired, somewhat regretful smile. "Hello, Phoenix. Thank you for coming over."

She stepped aside so he could come in, noticing his shivering. "Come in, please."

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Phoenix didn't need a magatama to notice that Sarah's smile wasn't entirely honest, but he returned it, stepping inside gratefully after kicking the slush free from his boots.

"I lived in Los Angeles all my life and I've been here on and off for over a year. Still can't stand the cold," he said as a way of explaining, the chill settling finally in the heated air. "Shoes off?"

"You don't look so good," he observed after a moment, looking concerned.

[justlikeherson]

It took Sarah a minute to process his question. "What? Oh. It doesn't matter. You can keep them on if you want," she replied distractedly.

Then she shook her head. "I don't feel so good, so I suppose I'm not surprised."

She walked inside, motioning for him to follow her. The house was strangely quiet, for once.

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Phoenix took a second to untie and pull off the boots, leaving them to drip water onto the floor closest to the door rather than the carpet in the next room. He listened curiously for the sound of anyone else in the house, but there didn't seem to be anything. Not even a television, which seemed especially strange for this house.

"Well, I was going to suggest we hug it out," he said, obviously concerned, but unwilling to show it, his tone almost a joke if his eyes hadn't given him away so quickly.