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[amazonofthe21st]

the pieces don’t fit together so good
with all the breaking and all the gluing backDespite his infrequent appearances in the bar, it probably doesn't create much of a stir when Rachel comes down the stairs with a red-tailed hawk perched on her arm. She doesn't seem to have much time for anyone anyway, smiling if anyone says hello but continuing on

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[whoiwasmeant2be]

The bird on her arm doesn't move. He just... looks at her. It's not really possible to read a hawk's expressions, but if it was, he'd look... doubtful.

[amazonofthe21st]

[whoiwasmeant2be]

He blinks at her slowly, but refuses to move from where he's perched near her shoulder.

[amazonofthe21st]

Her next exhale is sharply and certainly more annoyed.

Holding out her arm, she jogs her shoulder to urge him down onto it, where it will be easier for him to take off.

"You need to eat. I can't do it for you."

[tyler_marlocke]

Rachel probably hear Tyler coming towards her before actually seeing him...

"Mission Top Secret, destination unknown," There's a grunt of exertion followed by another grunt and a thud.

"We don't know if we're ever coming home." Grunt, thud, grunt, and coming closer.

"Stand up, buckle up and shuffle to the door," Then there's finally the head and body of a nine-year old launching himself over one of the large rocks by the lake shore and landing a little badly on his ankles, instead of say, tumbling. "Jump right out and shout Marine...corps..."

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel looks over at the first sentence.

And just continues frowning from there.

At this point, she's sitting back in the grass with the magazine, which is now folded on her stomach as Tyler comes leap-frogging into view.

"Tyler. What are you doing?"

[tyler_marlocke]

"...practicing?" He's stopped singing out that candace, looking at Rachel and starting to jog over.

"Oh, you mean the song?"

[amazonofthe21st]

"No, I mean all of it."

She's still eyeing him with a little frown. "Practicing for what?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X slips out from between the trees, taking care to step on a few twigs as she goes.

It is only fair.

"Rachel."

She takes two or three steps closer, flicking a quick glance toward the magazine.

"Hello."

[amazonofthe21st]

Rachel tips her head in that direction as soon as the snapping twigs start up. Granted, if Tobias was going to immediately circle back around he'd probably still be a hawk, but Rachel is a little suspicious anyway.

So her smile is equally friendly and relieved when she spots someone else.

"X. Hey. How's it going?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"It has been okay. At home."

Beat.

"Quiet."

She moves closer, dropping down into a crouch. This is in part because it is only fair, and in part because it is comfortable.

"You are okay, too?"

[amazonofthe21st]

Well, Rachel could have gotten up, but she's pretty comfortable where she is, too.

"Yeah, okay."

Aside from the Labyrinth, the effects of being gone a month, the state Tobias is in - and the knife she kept, but hasn't shown him.

"...pretty okay."