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    • Ravio had never had a wild Saturday night in his life, so he can't imagine. He's just nodding as if he understood. The water and the pill both got him feeling nervous again-though...she didn't really need to drug him. It was be a bit dumb and unneeded when she could just claim he had an accident in front of her. Not like anyone would doubt her-no need to put in the extra effort. The pill though-it was Amazon sized for one thing. If he ever needed medicine, he usually took either Little brand pills or ones labeled for children. But she was watching him expectantly, and he doubted one pill could hurt. Swallowing it was a bit hard, but he got it down in the end. Jeez, everything for Amazons was just so....big.  But yeah....silence. Both awkward and tense, and...a little nice. Just having some company. Though he was a bit relieved once she began talking again-least it was something else to focus on! "Oh-um. I do editing." He said a bit lamely. "...Like...editing other people's articles, stories or blog-posts." Saying he did art as well seemed silly, so he's keeping that to himself!  "What about you?" Ravio asked, unable to help the curiosity. It wasn't just a polite return question there...after all, he's not blind. This apartment looked to be two bedrooms...rent was likely a bit higher than his own.   
    • "Oh, thank you." Rachel smiled at the compliment. "I'm all by myself but that's no reason to let the house go, besides, it keeps me busy. Something to do on a wild Saturday night, you know?" Her examination yielded a not insubstantial amount of flinching from Ravio but she was certain he was fine. Or at least fine enough it would heal on his own if he stayed off of it. She brought him her smallest glass of water and a single pill back from the kitchen, handing both to him and sitting down on the other side of the couch. She watched him take the pill and it was quiet for a bit. She wasn't exactly sure what do next. She let several awkward silent moments pass between them. Ravio just watching her intently the whole time. The hyper vigilance was understandable. If she'd had any interest in him, he could easily be hers. It was weird, to know that she had the power to just reach out and grab this man and pull him away from his life forever. It turned her stomach. To think some people still did forced adoptions. "So, um...I mean, you live here so I guess you have a job right?" Rachel asked, resorting to making the first attempt at small talk just to break the tension. "What do you do?"
    • "It's OK," Sara said, blushing. Fortunately she didn't seem to be in trouble for anything but she did have a four year old questioning if she was a big girl. Hannah seemed positively nurturing and kind. Sara didn't understand why, but she'd felt certain she was going to get in trouble. She never had in the past, at least not that she could remember but it felt like it must be different when you're 15. Hazel had been scolded more than she had been so far. "I know you didn't, thank you though." Sara gave a soft smile to Hazel. Sara nodded, approving the plan and wanting out of the soaking wet booster seat. Her aunt fetched some clothes out of the back for her, a loose pajama shirt and some fuzzy pink pants with a clean pair of panties. Sara clutched the bundle tightly as she, her aunt, and cousin quickly crossed the frigid parking lot.
    • "Sara peed her pants!" Hazel squealed as she finally noticed what was going on, her eyes wide. "But-but she's a big girl. Is she a baby? Babies pee their pants-" "Hazel." Hannah didn't snap, she kept her tone level, but firm. "It's not nice to make fun of people. Apologize to your cousin. Even big girls can accidents sometimes...some people just have trouble holding it while they're sleeping. Only a few months ago, you were having accidents too." Hazel deflated at the scolding, kicking her feet just a bit. "...Sorry, Sara." The toddler mumbled, staring down at the ground. "..I didn't mean to be mean." That settled, Hannah is refocusing on Sara. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie. ...This long day probably didn't help, huh?" Sara's parents had never mentioned any bedwetting....but they might have assumed Sara at fifteen was old enough to handle it herself. It would be an embarrassing topic for a teenager after all. "Okay, okay. How about this-I assume you have a change of clean clothes in your bag? I'll grab a change for you and you can cover up...your pants with my jacket. We can go inside and clean up in the bathroom, okay? It's really okay, sweetie. It wasn't your fault...." But it clearly wasn't just one accident. Sara had said she wet the bed sometimes. Hm....something to think about once Sara was clean and more calmed down...
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